CORRIGER LES PAROLES
Paroles : Sick
It's like minus f**kin' 15 degrees outside, and I'm still wearing my f**kin' long underwear and my goddamn booties cause I wanna f**kin' rap this verse and I can't f**kIN' get it right. Alright, f**k it, here we go
This life's a real back-breaker, ball-buster, [?], bank-funded
2.5 kids and a wife-lovin'
Nice oven, can you fit your goddamn head in it?
When the bank come back to take back what they gave you with that cred-ed-it?
From the subprime to the sublime, the pocket fulla that sunshine
Make it rain on these homes until they're underwater like hook and line
Underwater like [?]
Underwater like a little f**ker
On the cover
Of Nirvana's
Nevermind
Nevermind
Like the combination Pizza Hut and Taco Bell
Nevermind
We at the combination Time Warner and AOL
Oh that's right
in picket lines
Hear me while we're hashtaggin' bout car dashes, rubberneckin' at car crashes
We're sick
We ain't livin' like this
Stay clenchin' our fists
All my friends are p*ssed because
We're sick
Scratchin' that same itch
Bitin' that same bit
And it make no goddamn sense
Because we're sick
Snappin' over small sh*t
Anger don't describe this
Right now we're sick
Raise up with them fists
Swing until you can't spit
Cause all of y'all feel this
Because we're sick
This life's a real back-breaker, ball-buster, [?], bank-funded
2.5 kids and a wife-lovin'
Nice oven, can you fit your goddamn head in it?
When the bank come back to take back what they gave you with that cred-ed-it?
From the subprime to the sublime, the pocket fulla that sunshine
Make it rain on these homes until they're underwater like hook and line
Underwater like [?]
Underwater like a little f**ker
On the cover
Of Nirvana's
Nevermind
Nevermind
Like the combination Pizza Hut and Taco Bell
Nevermind
We at the combination Time Warner and AOL
Oh that's right
in picket lines
Hear me while we're hashtaggin' bout car dashes, rubberneckin' at car crashes
We're sick
We ain't livin' like this
Stay clenchin' our fists
All my friends are p*ssed because
We're sick
Scratchin' that same itch
Bitin' that same bit
And it make no goddamn sense
Because we're sick
Snappin' over small sh*t
Anger don't describe this
Right now we're sick
Raise up with them fists
Swing until you can't spit
Cause all of y'all feel this
Because we're sick
