CORRECTAR LA LETRA
Letra : Sick To My Stomach
That post had me sick to my stomach
sh*t made me feel like I’m little, I’m nothing
You told me you wasn’t ready to settle
And out of respect I had skipped the discussion
I’m kicking up dust when I’m driving to you
Going nowhere with mileage accrued
You told me I was the one, only difference
When I said it, I wasn’t lying to you
You live by the book staying safe with religion
I had you out of your barriers f**king and breaking tradition
Negating opinions, too many cooks been feeding you sh*t
Tell them stay in the kitchen
I hate when you give in
Exterior strong, but your thoughts in state of submission
I hate when you give in
It’s too late to speak on it now, you engaged to that n***a
I’m good, promise I’m fine
The problem’s I lie to myself all the time
I let you in, you broke me and dipped
You knew my story, I’ve been through a lot
Tore out our pages, and set them ablaze
Cold with the words never said to my face
Told you in person, but caring’s a weakness
I can’t help the feelings, I seldom refrain
It should be a ‘f**k you’
She too busy mimicking who she got faith in
Changing your faces, Stark how its so instrumental
In playing what you’re classically trained in
Pulled all my strings, sang me a classic
Wanted to call you and bury the hatchet
I seen your pics, still very attractive
But I’m strolling further, and now I regret it
sh*t made me feel like I’m little, I’m nothing
You told me you wasn’t ready to settle
And out of respect I had skipped the discussion
I’m kicking up dust when I’m driving to you
Going nowhere with mileage accrued
You told me I was the one, only difference
When I said it, I wasn’t lying to you
You live by the book staying safe with religion
I had you out of your barriers f**king and breaking tradition
Negating opinions, too many cooks been feeding you sh*t
Tell them stay in the kitchen
I hate when you give in
Exterior strong, but your thoughts in state of submission
I hate when you give in
It’s too late to speak on it now, you engaged to that n***a
I’m good, promise I’m fine
The problem’s I lie to myself all the time
I let you in, you broke me and dipped
You knew my story, I’ve been through a lot
Tore out our pages, and set them ablaze
Cold with the words never said to my face
Told you in person, but caring’s a weakness
I can’t help the feelings, I seldom refrain
It should be a ‘f**k you’
She too busy mimicking who she got faith in
Changing your faces, Stark how its so instrumental
In playing what you’re classically trained in
Pulled all my strings, sang me a classic
Wanted to call you and bury the hatchet
I seen your pics, still very attractive
But I’m strolling further, and now I regret it
