SICK, NERVOUS & BROKE! Lyrics – JPEGMAFIA
Singer: JPEGMAFIA
Title: SICK, NERVOUS & BROKE!
You think you-
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Kurt
Man
Why the f#ck you say that sh#t you say if you ain’t mean it?
I don’t believe it
She bumpin’ Brent but she black as Ben Carson (Yeah-yeah)
Back in the bricks, I was givin’ dick to all my sergeants (Yeah-yeah)
I know you mad ’cause your friends ain’t no Gs (Not at all)
And we got straps as big as Thug in my apartment (One, one)
Keep it on the hip when I load the clip and blow the cartridge (Bah)
And aim the heat at your garments, boy
What about that sh#t you say that year when I was broke? (Yeah)
And what about buyin’ a ticket to get beat up at my show? (Yeah, yeah)
The opposition sick of me, tired, nervous, and broke (Word)
You bought that, I forgot but b#tch, I’m never letting go
I got ’em on the rope (Huh?)
Hit him hard, swing it left and get him gone (Uh)
Pick him up, dust him off, give him so more (Uh)
All my opps sick, tired, nervous, and broke
And they still take me as some j- (Man, huh?)
Now, are you feelin’ me, baby, or do you need it more?
I kiss their faces like Casey whenever I’m in court
I can’t keep making fire, I never pass the torch (Yeah)
Lil’ Bruce Wayne, I’m so special with it
Beyond your reach tryna [?] turn McGuinness
Black Canaro puttin’ on a clinic (Yeah)
They don’t know how I’m doin’ it, still stuck on how I did it, weak
I wish I would sidechain that kick to a beat, b#tch, please
That sh#t you need (Bum)
Complete
Hmm
Why the f#ck I’m still here walking ’round if you a demon?
You see? (Mm-mm) I don’t believe it (Not at all)
I shoot my sh#t, I don’t ever miss, better hit my target (Yeah-yeah)
And the gun load quick, I’m the wrong n#gg# to start with (Yeah-yeah)
I don’t know why you hate, ’cause you don’t feel safe in your own apartment? (Nah)
I don’t know why you hate, ’cause you know you lame but know you balling? (Check it out)
Yeah, I see the b#tch in you n#gg#s, I know that’s common (Uh)
The money can’t change how a b#tch n#gg# start it (Check it out)
End up makin’ threats (Yeah), start off paying homage (Shocked)
Caught for possession, I feel like Sarah McLachlan (Brrah)
b#tch, drop your nuts, I’m tired of tweetin’ and talking
Pretty socks, big Glocks, b#tch, I’m with the nonsense, come here
What about that sh#t you say they did when I was broke? (Yeah)
And what about buyin’ a ticket to get beat up at my show? (Yeah, yeah)
The opposition sick of me, tired, nervous, and broke (Word)
You bought that, I forgot but b#tch, I’m never letting go
I got ’em on the rope (Huh?)
Hit him hard, swing it left and get him gone (Uh)
Pick him up, dust him off, give him so more (Uh)
All my opps sick, tired, nervous, and broke
And they still take me as some j- (Man, huh?)
Now, are you feelin’ me, baby, or do you need it more?
I kiss their faces like Casey whenever I’m in court
I can’t keep making fire, I never pass the torch (Yeah)
Lil’ Bruce Wayne, I’m so special with it
Beyond your reach tryna [?] turn McGuinness
Black Canaro puttin’ on a clinic (Yeah)
They don’t know how I’m doin’ it, still stuck on how I did it, weak
Uh
Uh
[?] where that go
Man, that album is fire
It has some whack sh#t on there, but man
It has some sh#t on there that’s just like, woo
There’s a song on there that’s actually too ****
Really?
Yeah, they had to make **** f#cking versions to take it off
It was just like too ****
It just can’t be stomached by the…
No, no, it was like the first track
I was like, “Oh my God”
I like it, but I was like
So okay, let’s do that again
Yeah
It’s just the whole thing, so just sing with me
You selfish like me
It’s why we get along famously
It’s too late for me, baby
I don’t wanna be sold out, baby
I don’t wanna be stressed out for profit
I don’t wanna be gone that long
Okay, you’ll get yours and I’ll get mine
You’ll get yours and I’ll get mine
And then like
You can alternate any of those, whatever you want
Ok, hold on
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