made up my mind Full of anger, I'm so full of hate I'm overwhelmed by my own mistakes It's too late to try (cry) I guess today is a good day to die
again And the givin' was good, With the lunch bucket filled every season. What with three babies born, The work was cut down To a half a day's shift
of hard I'm soul killin' And so willin' to start my projects with no buildings I don't sound patient no yeast or foundation I rise like the sun but never found day shift
And for those that miss me I'll be back don't trip In the mirror with this shift kick Ocean side, doors open wide tryin' not to be sea sick Plottin in
of me. I grew up and joined a rock band now your sick of how it's all I ever talk about you grew up and made some good friends good enough but they still
first of many lessons: a bridge of painted wood is not as sturdy as cement, better to buy than to rent. You flew back to Salt Lake City for the summer, shifting
graveyard shift and I gots ta pay my dues to make my grip But I chill cos my ho might call Ain't no thang cos I sleeps all day and slang when night fall
you I'm sayin, I'm sick of games, sick of solos Sure need you around when its all those Listen, I'm not sayin this to offend you But since the day I
Check It Out) [Verse 1: Twista] Whip Game Proper Cocaine Chopper Dont Offer Me Reefer Unless You Know The Flame Proper You Know I'm In Somethin' Sick
, as I reminisce, yeah yeah yeah A happy story always ends, as it starts But with few exceptions involved We became an item me for you and you for me Good times, sickness
's at And more money, more problems is the anthem Sing along if you know this song A ex con turned good, forced to turn back hood Turn loose to a world no good
the way, you know whip game Whip game proper, cocaine chopper Don't offer me reefer unless you know the flame proper You know I'm in somethin' sick when
With a clip that'll spit fifty Make fifty million spittin' over beats nigga please nigga [Chorus] I just got a good ass job The pay is good but the work
again And the givin' was good With the lunch buckets filled every season What with three babies born The work was cut down To a half a day's shift with
this dick shift, I've been working all day, be feelin like its my six shift. I'm dealing with different situations Getting a bit of congratulations, Sick
, be tha love, slug foe tha perfect pitch and chronic bud, it save yo strug's, of somebody suffa scripturaz, tryin to rip ya, hit ya really good, I'll
