Lyrics

So tired, so sick Of yo shit Its ova Everytime i turn around U right ova mah shoulda I cant live witchu all up in my grill I wish that u could just chill So tired, so sick Of yo shit its ova Everytime i turn around U right ova muh shoulda I cant live with you all up in my grill I dont understand i wish dat you could juss chill So tired, so sick Of yo shit Its ova Everytime i turn around You right ova my shoulder I cant live witchu all up in my grill I dont understand i wish dat you could juss chill No matter what i do Its neva good enuff fo u I keep on tryin 2 please ya But i dont need ya If u goin be trippin Everytime i see ya Sick & tired of all the questions Its gettin a bit much Every button that i touch Sets u offand then im fucked Cuz no matter what i do or what i say Im always wrong If i call then im callin too much Or not at all Either way i'm messin up I'm fightin a losin battle The winners been determined So im finna put down my paddle Cuz im sick of alwayz playin this game Its gettin old Girl u know i aint cheatin U jus wanna be in control But i cant be havin that Cuz im a grinder and u know this U need 2 jus chill Consider this ur final notice I got thangz to do Deal wit it or girl im dunzo If u trip over sum shit again U goin be solo My fundz low So i gotta get back on my grind No more givin in when u trippin Im wastin time U know i aint finna do u wrong Thats why im sayin chill Wit me u always know the deal Girl i always keep it real So tired, so sick Of yo shit Its ova Everytime i turn around U right ova muh shoulda I cant live witchu all up in muh grill I dont understand i wish dat you could juss chill So tired, so sick Of yo shit Its ova Everytime i turn around You right ova muh shoulder I cant live witchu all up in muh grill I dont understand i wish dat you could juss chill Just got in the door, And there you was waiting But not to greet me, Just to start with your interogating Where I been? I told ya, I was with my friend. Oh my god, here we go with this ish again. I aint gotta prove myself, I been did that. I done got you everything you need, And then that. So I aint answer my phone, And now u all mad at me Think Im cheatin When you see I got a low battery. Its like you feed on drama, And I dont need that. Always over my shoulda, So Ima leave that. You need to understand, N I dont think Im wrong, That Once n awhile I need some myspace like .com N Same goes for the fellas, You need to trust yo lady. Jus hold on loosely Clingin too tight gonna drive her crazy. But I done found a good one, And damn she keep it real, You havin problems, talk about it Tell em Just Chill Just chill, just chill, just chill So tired, so sick Of yo shit Its ova Everytime i turn around You right ova muh shoulda I cant live witchu all up in muh grill I dont understand i wish dat you could juss chill So tired, so sick Of yo shit Its ova Everytime i turn around You right ova muh shoulder I cant live witchu all up in muh grill I dont understand i wish dat you could juss chill
Writer(s): Jared Christopher Sales, Danny Louis Thomas, Cameron A Tinklenberg Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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