Sick of Me Lyrics

Tell me are you sick of me

You wanna get rid of me

Baby you're a wannabe and I don't wanna be

Famished I might need a piece

Know you're not good for me

Dancing, poking, squeezing, geeking

I know I should run away

Baby I can't feel this way

I don't like this

When you touch I feel a wave

Like my vices

Staring at the ceiling fade

So enticing

Begging baby get away out my mind it's

Falling from the ceiling fade

Don't advise it

Try to make me feel away

It's a mind trick

Lost at sea a castaway

Hope I find it

Can't get a grip

How my mind slips

Out of reality

My thoughts cause casualties

Tell me are you sick of me

You wanna get rid of me

Baby you're a wannabe

And I don't wanna be

Famished I might need a piece

Know you're not good for me

Dancing poking squeezing geeking

I know I should run away

Do the dash hit the gas

Riding till the sun away

We could take a trip past the horizon

Just to get away

Sick of all these hating mothafuckas

They stuck in my brain

If I have you yeah we'll slayyyyyy

We could be the party we a daaaaaage

HEY HEY HEY

HEY HEY HEY

When I pull up that shit going heyday

Mayday

No farmer still might drag a hoe is what I say say

And they all do what I say say

Should I really fucking stayyy

Tell me are you sick of me

You wanna get rid of me

Baby you're a wannabe

And I don't wanna be

Famished I might need a piece

Know your not good for me

I think you get the point no more to sayyyy

Don't breaaaaak me

Don't breaaaaak me

Don't breaaaaak me

Don't breaaaaak me

Baby I can't feel this way

I don't like this

When you touch I feel a wave

Like my vices

Staring at the ceiling fade

So enticing

Begging baby get away out my mind it's

Falling from the ceiling fade

Don't advise it

Try to make me feel away

It's a mind trick

Lost at sea a castaway

Hope I find it

Can't get a grip

How my mind slips

Out of reality

My thoughts cause casualties