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I get so tired of people, telling me Just telling me, telling me, telling me Tired of people, telling me Just telling me, telling me, telling me, telling me Tired of people, telling me Blah-blah-blah, something something something something Tired of people, telling me Just telling me, telling me, telling me, telling me They keep on talking people, talking telling me this They keep on talking people, talking telling me that They keep on talking people, talking telling me this and that And I wish they would all go to hell (Ah, ah-ah-ah-ah) (Ah, ah-ah-ah-ah) Yo let's get one thing straight, I'm not a hypocrite I talk a lot of shit on records, most of which I'm living in You insignificant idiots get me really pissed No really this is getting irritating, quit it with your tips About how to live my life, don't need advice So just, keep it to yourselves and that will be quote nice ya shmucks And keep it up suck on both these nuts So press your luck and test the bluff plus shut the fuck up cause I I get so tired (so tired) of people, telling me (of people, telling me) You're not the same since you changed your name that's what they tell us Tired (tired) of people, telling me (of people, telling me) I won't make it, I'm bound to fail they're just jealous Tired (tired) of people, telling me (of people, telling me) Blah-blah-blah, shh shut your faces fellas I'm tired, of people, tellin me Telling me this, telling me that, well you can go to hell cause They keep on talking people, talking telling me this They keep on talking people, talking telling me that They keep on talking people, talking telling me this and that And I wish they would all go to hell (Ah, ah-ah-ah-ah) (Ah, ah-ah-ah-ah) Look, I'll make my own mistakes, thanks a million though ya Really don't know any shit about me anyhow Keep your pennies now I've got plenty I don't need a pocket full of change two cents will weigh me down Think, maybe now you can mind your own business Instead of minding mine, fine, I don't give a shit yo I won't listen quit testing I guess nobody told your dumb ass that I get so Tired (tired) of people, telling me (of people, telling me) Here's your number and here's the back of the line Tired (tired) of people, telling me (of people, telling me) Pay your dues and this could be you in due time Tired (tired) of people, telling me (of people, telling me) Life lessons I'm guessing I haven't told you well enough Tired (tired) of people, telling me (of people, telling me) Telling me this, telling me that, well you can go to hell cause They keep on talking people, talking telling me this They keep on talking people, talking telling me that They keep on talking people, talking telling me this and that And I wish they would all go to hell (Ah, ah-ah-ah-ah) (Ah, ah-ah-ah-ah) It goes on and on and on and on Tired Blah-blah-blah, something something something something Blah-blah-blah, something something something something Blah-blah-blah, something something something something Blah-blah-blah, something something something something
Writer(s): Inconnu Compositeur Auteur, Lee Robert Napthine Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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