Sick Day -

Yo another tale here I come, I ain’t playing by your rules, ever again

Little boys be thugging girls feel ashame I ain’t balling with you, today

Ugh my girl be making that good meal

I’m gonna spit bars alone welcome home

Hoes want me to give them a shout out there you go

My fans want me to write on your hands not the left hand

Shake them with the right give me your bright side

Sunny day sundown demon, but at night I made her feel nice

I feel asleep in the middle I felt sick, pass the bowl of soap and label my name

Ah shu I felt even more sick, so tell the whores to wait at shore

Give them the bottle of lotion the hoes are waiting

Don’t tell my girl, she always on her woe

The month came along she becoming a thug

I’m a pickle, stuck in a jar, It’s not so fun for now

She is upset over the rhymes like I did crime, no need to worry,

I’d paid to bribe

Alright that’s enough of that time to rest I had enough of your shitty lecture

Leave for me to watch sports, stick to one team and hope for the others to lose

I’ll play some video games, six forty four, a pal of mine told me to not be too

nice

I had enough of being pushed around, fuck these hoes and fuck their woes

Ugh my girl be making that good meal

I’m gonna spit bars alone welcome home

Hoes want me to give them a shout out there you go

My fans want me to write on your hands not the left hand

Shake them with the right give me your bright side

Sunny day sundown demon, but at night I made her feel nice

I feel asleep in the middle I felt sick, pass the bowl of soap and label my name