Sick of This

Soft, cut the pleasure of the night with the morning

(When you say you're in love, does it feel like a knot, does it hurt like a lot)

Rough, split the trouble in the night to go hiding

(When you look from above, do I seem like a lot, do I feel like a rock)

I remember you say, "Oh I love you, but love is brutal when you're at my house"

I'm sick, sick, sick, sick of this

Give it all that I got, but then I cause a lotta mischief

Sick, sick, sick, sick of this

Give it all that I got, but then I cause a lotta mischief

Cause it's you motherfucker

You choose motherfucker