I'm sick and tired of the medicine
I'm sick and tired of the shampoo
I's so sick and tired of the selfishness
Driving me insane
Why don't it bother you eh?
I'm so sick and tired of working for the man
Hand in my pocket but my money's gone
Fuck the bigotry and the AK's
Gotta get away
Gotta get away
Gotta break!
I know you got a reason for all your treason
Don't wanna ruin your holiday
Maybe by tomorrow
You'll feel that sorrow
You'll feel that blood rushing down your
I know you got a reason for all your treason
Don't wanna ruin your holiday
Maybe by tomorrow
You'll feel that sorrow
You'll feel that blood rushing down your
Ohhhhh
I'm fuckin sick of the buffer
I just wanna see my fuckin money
Heard I was fucking with the paint
So you thought you'd come fuck with me?
Ah!
All the whining
You think I give a shit about the milk?
Bitch if i wanted
I would get a cow in a headlock
Then I'd really get him killed
Come on!
Fuck if you can see me
I'm the man
Hate to disappoint you
Was the plan
Fuck if you can see me
I'm the man
Hate to disappoint you
Was the plan