Sick of your sound
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(Your sound)
Sick of your sound
Sick of your sound
Sick of your sound
Sick, sick of your sound
Sick of your sound (sick of your sound)
I'm sick of your sound
Send them back to the moors now
Couple days hadn't seen you skulk 'round
Feeling zoned out
I kick my feet up and watch from the porch I
Cut my ties seven inch from my throat why (why)
'Cause I don't trust the way I feel in my mind lies (lies)
Bark at the door boy
Go and fetch last thing I said
Don't show your face or you'll never walk again
I'm undercover
I'll sleep under your covers
I'll smack you like your mother
Your mother doesn't love ya
She didn't wanna have you
Forgot to wear a rubber
And now we have to suffer
Come on show some love oh mama I
Sick of your sound
Sick of your sound
Sick of your sound
Sick, sick of your sound
Your sound, I'm sick of your sound (I'm sick of your sound)
God forbid he doesn't have any off springs
I'll find you all and stuff you inside a coffin
You're nothing
You knock at the door, pretend I'm not in
So when you're feeling sad
It's not my problem
Go fetch
Go back home
Where you came from
Down your rathole
To your chaise longue
Notting Hill breeds all the same though
I'm sick of your sound, sick of your sound
I'm sick of your sound
I'm undercover
I'll sleep under your covers
I'll smack you like your mother
Your mother doesn't love ya
She didn't wanna have you
Forgot to wear a rubber
And now we have to suffer
Come on show some love oh mama I
Sick of your sound
I'm sick of your sound
Sick of your sound
Sick, sick of your sound
Sick of your sound
I'm sick of your sound
Sick of your sound
Sick, sick of your sound
Sick, sick of your sound
Sick, sick of your sound
Sick, sick of your sound (your sound)
Sick, sick of your sound
Sick of your sand
Sick of your sound
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Sick of your sound
Oh, my God, oh, my God, oh, my God, oh, my God