'm so sick of love songs So sick of tears So done with wishing you were still here Said I'm so sick of love songs So sick and slow So why can't I turn
Перевод: Fall Out Boy. So Sick.
And I'm so sick of love songs So tired of tears So done with wishing you were still here Said I'm so sick of love songs so sad and slow So why can't I
I'm so sick of love songs So tired of tears So done with wishing you were still here Said I'm so sick of love songs so sad and slow So why can't I turn
on Then I get you in my sleep, it ought to be extreme You're so cool, baby, you're so mean (Turn me on, turn me on) So sick, get a grip, gonna stick
have did some things, we should've never did But we both know it takes more just to apologize, boy But from what I'm feelin' inside, boy I'm yours, and boy
money so respect me or fall But I'm saving all my checks, I'm investing 'em all They say, what goes up is gon' definitely fall Even the stars work success
Hot Boy (heyyy) I'm on my hot {shit} (rock rock) Reportin to you live from the moshpit [Chorus Two] [Chamillionaire] I'm so cool, I'm so smooth
me boy Hurry up girl let's go, you bring me trouble She's falling to the floor, he picked her up and he's grabbing her Yelling out like he's mad at
it out It's Santana again Steppin, Steppin, Steppin out One of them Brand new big boy toys I do big boy things I make big boy noise cuz... I know
around And I don't see many people down With my cause, Huh, that's scary. Tryin' to diss the son of Mary? You're being lured so take the bait and.. Fall
It's ashes to ashes and dust gets swept up Tryin to step to me, boy, you must be sick Got a nine in my pocket, takin heads out quick I make my music
Cocks) [Verse 1] Alot of niggas better move out Cause here I come with my click With the tools out All of a sudden all these cowards Startin to spook out
is packed, So ya'll need to migrate up out the door. We clickin' glasses, Compliments of the club, Raise they status, So you know they show us love
got land come catch me you hit the lottery Nigga so stop playing Boy I ride what I want to and ye ain't know See me buying what I want to Walk out the
Had a bad day, don't talk to me, gonna ride this out, My little black heart, breaks apart, with your big mouth. And I'm sick of my sickness Dont touch
