You make me sick You make me sick You make me sick
Here comes Mr. Cool, thinks he’s looking real fine All dressed in black, tattoos he found online But getting real loose in his daddy’s Cadillac Still living with his mom, yeah in a three room shack
You make me sick (sick.. sick…) You make me sick
Look at all these little girls looking for their dreams Living off these sexualites who’s life ain’t what they seem
You make me sick (sick.. sick…) You make me sick Do us all a favor and make it end quick You make me sick
Look at Mr. TV man tryna spread the news All I hear is lies about time to tell the truth
You make me sick (sick.. sick…) You make me sick Do us all a favor and make it end real quick You make me sick
Hey there politician with your painted on grin Don’t forget to free the hands of the ones that got you in You only seem to care about that money that you make Your livin in that shitty grin that’s planted on your face
You make me sick (sick.. sick…) You make me sick Do us all a favor and make it end real quick You make me sick, aha
You make me sick (sick.. sick…) You make me sick You make me sick You make me sick Do us all a favor and make it end quick You make me sickTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
