Sick of this shit.. 32 bars.. trainspotters i'm sick of this game, i'm sick of rap labels sick of life being a gamble like craps tabels i'm sick of whiling out sick of not smiling now, with a frown below my eyebrows yo, i'm sick of writing rhymes sick of having a tied life... ending up in a nine to five and i feel sick of it all standing on the side waiting to be kicking the ball sick of always having to be thorough sick of being away from my family and my borough sick of not getting signed sick of cops lights on my block with em sirens high and i'm sick of fake friends sick of always having to hustle every day to make ends and i'm sick of saying things i feel sick of i'm still at it, so don't get it mixed up i try to make dollars like parrish smith but i'm sick and tired of ain't having shit sick of feeling like i need magic tricks and i'm sick as hell of only dating average chicks sick of my kicks and my wardrobe sick of the whole globe and the earth being a war zone even my local town are sick of this whole verse even though i just wrote it down sick of feeling unappreciated sick of my cds and tapes being delayed and i'm sick of bad reviews sick of sad news, glad tunes, sick of your whole damn crew sick of internet, tv and magazines sick of christmas, birthdays and halloween sick of problems, dutys and homages sick of hopes, lies, games, and promises 32 bars up in the mix nyss... håll utkik efter versen på trainspotters mixtape som släpps innan jul... www.trainspotters.se