Steph Lacroix – Sick And Tierd lyrics

Man sick and tired of living is life
Cause his head is full of Memorise of his fuck'd up life
Man sick and tired of living is life
Cause his head is full of Memorise of his fuck'd up life

When I die, shit I'm talking bout my death
Cause I'm a fucking peice of shit
Aint hard to say it Cause I'm tired of this fucking life
I dunno where to go
In heaven where's the goody too gody with the white suit
And that whit toxy
Or should I go Hell where your Pimpin with that black suite
And that black hoodie
In a thaught about it I wanna go
To that perfect place where 2Pac and Biggie
Are smoking that Big blunty
Or to that place where marylin monroe is showing that pussy
Cause god is probobly a real strict bitch
No packing gats and not getting my dick licked
And saddam or whatever your fucking name is bitch
We can pack gats and get are dick licked
And there aint no fucking rules to get are ass wip'd
We can pack that shit, shoot that bitch, kill that bitch
Hoe's can tell uss to stop that shit we can say fuck that shit

Man sick and tired of living is life
Cause his head is full of Memorise of his fuck'd up life

I can't beleive suicide is going through my fucking mind
Cause right now something is telling me to slit my wirst
And end my life with all this bullshit going on
I just want won thing at my memorial
To get my face and Pablo written on a big wall
And that song When I'm Gone
I wonder if I fucking die
If my fucking eye's are gona cry
I hope I fucking die, Its only a fucking worthless life
Gone and nobody is gona miss it
Cause I'm just a fucking peice of shit
I wanna fucking die and come a black guy
So when I wear bagy cloths
And my pants are wearing low
Nobody would call me a poser
Or a fucking wiger
I wanna fucking be gone
Cause there's a fucking paper saying that your done
When I was young my perants kiss'd me lots of time's
These fucking days I'm coming drunk and stoned
At home sometimes
So that's why the memorise are killing me
So please somebody load that gat pull that triger and kill me
I wonder if I die, if my friends are gona cry
Or there only using me for the laughing that I'm trying
I wonder if my beauty family thaught of given me and abortion
If they did they didn't make that good disision
Cause I'm still fucking Livin

Man sick and tired of living is life
Cause his head is full of Memorise of his fuck'd up life
Man sick and tired of living is life
Cause his head is full of Memorise of his fuck'd up life

That's what happens when your doing good
And that won day somebody offers you a duby
And you feel so fucking stoned
That you pass out on the ground
Everybody is laughing at you saying what's going on
And your lying there fucking dead
When I mean dead I mean grave yard dead (dead, dead, dead)

Stephane Lacroix 15 years old
Wednesday, Feburary 1st 2006 12. 52am