Sick And Tierd Lyrics

Man sick and tired of living is life
Cause his head is full of Memorise of his f*ck'd up life
Man sick and tired of living is life
Cause his head is full of Memorise of his f*ck'd up life

When i die,shit im talking bout my death
Cause im a f*cking peice of shit
Aint hard to say it Cause im tired of this f*cking life
I dunno where to go
In heaven where's the goody too gody with the white suit
And that whit toxy
Or should i go Hell where your Pimpin with that black suite
And that black hoodie
In a thaught about it i wanna go
To that perfect place where 2Pac and Biggie
Are smoking that Big blunty
Or to that place where marylin monroe is showing that p*ssy
Cause god is probobly a real strict bitch
No packing gats and not getting my dick licked
And saddam or whatever your f*cking name is bitch
We can pack gats and get are dick licked
And there aint no f*cking rules to get are ass wip'd
We can pack that shit,shoot that bitch,kill that bitch
Hoe's can tell uss to stop that shit we can say f*ck that shit

Man sick and tired of living is life
Cause his head is full of Memorise of his f*ck'd up life

I cant beleive suicide is going through my f*cking mind
Cause right now something is telling me to slit my wirst
And end my life with all this bullshit going on
I just want won thing at my memorial
To get my face and Pablo written on a big wall
And that song When Im Gone
I wonder if i f*cking die If my f*cking eye's are gona cry
I hope i f*cking die,Its only a f*cking worthless life
Gone and nobody is gona miss it
Cause im just a f*cking peice of shit
I wanna f*cking die and come a black guy
So when i wear bagy cloths
And my pants are wearing low
Nobody would call me a poser
Or a f*cking wiger
I wanna f*cking be gone
Cause there's a f*cking paper saying that your done
When i was young my perants kiss'd me lots of time's
These f*cking days im coming drunk and stoned
At home sometimes
So thats why the memorise are killing me
So please somebody load that gat pull that triger and kill me
I wonder if i die,if my friends are gona cry
Or there only using me for the laughing that im trying
I wonder if my beauty family thaught of given me and abortion
If they did they dident make that good disision
Cause im still f*cking Livin

Man sick and tired of living is life
Cause his head is full of Memorise of his f*ck'd up life
Man sick and tired of living is life
Cause his head is full of Memorise of his f*ck'd up life

That's what happens when your doing good
And that won day somebody offers u a duby
And u feel so f*cking stoned
That you pass out on the ground
Everybody is laughing at you saying whats going on
And your lying there f*cking dead
When i mean dead i mean grave yard dead (dead,dead,dead)

Stephane Lacroix 15 years old
Wednesday,Feburary 1st 2006 12.52am

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