| Ay, I’m getting sicker and sicker
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| You were my star, but now you’re starting to flicker
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| I prepared for the smoke, but the fog getting thicker
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| I’m trying to talk, get off of my zipper
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| Tell me if you don’t creep hoe
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| Why’d you hide your receipts for?
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| And why’s your passenger seat low?
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| Your home girls five-two, I don’t think so
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| I’ma jump ship now before I sink slow
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| Swear you make me shake, quiver, yack and vomit
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| These ain’t little lies, they astronomic
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| Every truth you tell got an asterisk on it
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| I’m so stressed out, pass the chronic
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| I feel like throwin' up
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| I feel like throwin' up
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| You make me sick, you make me sick
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| I taste those lies all on your lips
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| I feel like throwin' up
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| I feel like throwin' up
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| You make me sick, you make me sick
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| I taste those lies all on your lips
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| Ay, I’m feeling dumber and dumber
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| Thought you were special, boy, what a bummer
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| 'Cause you creep through the night
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| But you loyal by sun up
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| This shit just spoiled my summer
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| I don’t wanna see no palm trees
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| A kite sailing in the calm breeze
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| I’m still feeling like a zombie
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| The playlist I deleted still haunts me
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| I hate this song, could you turn it off please?
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| Swear you got me heaving, spewing, blowing chunks
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| Stuck inside, ain’t had a show in months
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| Said you’re sorry, but did not show it once
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| If it’s over, let me know up front
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| 'Cause I feel like throwin' up
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| I feel like throwin' up
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| You make me sick, you make me sick
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| I taste those lies all on your lips
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| I feel like throwin' up
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| I feel like throwin' up
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| You make me sick, you make me sick
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| I taste those lies all on your lips
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| I feel like throwin' up
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| I feel like throwin' up
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| I feel like throwin' up
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| You make me sick, you make me sick
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| You make me sick, you make me sick
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| You make me sick, you make me sick |