Steph Lacroix Sick And Tierd
Man sick and tired of living is life
Cause his head is full of Memorise of his f..ck'd up life
Man sick and tired of living is life
Cause his head is full of Memorise of his f..ck'd up life
When i die,shit im talking bout my death
Cause im a f..cking peice of shit
Aint hard to say it Cause im tired of this f..cking life
I dunno where to go
In heaven where's the goody too gody with the white suit
And that whit toxy
Or should i go Hell where your Pimpin with that black suite
And that black hoodie
In a thaught about it i wanna go
To that perfect place where 2Pac and Biggie
Are smoking that Big blunty
Or to that place where marylin monroe is showing that pussy
Cause god is probobly a real strict bitch
No packing gats and not getting my dick licked
And saddam or whatever your f..cking name is bitch
We can pack gats and get are dick licked
And there aint no f..cking rules to get are ass wip'd
We can pack that shit,shoot that bitch,kill that bitch
Hoe's can tell uss to stop that shit we can say f..ck that shit
Man sick and tired of living is life
Cause his head is full of Memorise of his f..ck'd up life
I cant beleive suicide is going through my f..cking mind
Cause right now something is telling me to slit my wirst
And end my life with all this bullshit going on
I just want won thing at my memorial
To get my face and Pablo written on a big wall
And that song When Im Gone
I wonder if i f..cking die
If my f..cking eye's are gona cry
I hope i f..cking die,Its only a f..cking worthless life
Gone and nobody is gona miss it
Cause im just a f..cking peice of shit
I wanna f..cking die and come a black guy
So when i wear bagy cloths
And my pants are wearing low
Nobody would call me a poser
Or a f..cking wiger
I wanna f..cking be gone
Cause there's a f..cking paper saying that your done
When i was young my perants kiss'd me lots of time's
These f..cking days im coming drunk and stoned
At home sometimes
So thats why the memorise are killing me
So please somebody load that gat pull that triger and kill me
I wonder if i die,if my friends are gona cry
Or there only using me for the laughing that im trying
I wonder if my beauty family thaught of given me and abortion
If they did they dident make that good disision
Cause im still f..cking Livin
Man sick and tired of living is life
Cause his head is full of Memorise of his f..ck'd up life
Man sick and tired of living is life
Cause his head is full of Memorise of his f..ck'd up life
That's what happens when your doing good
And that won day somebody offers u a duby
And u feel so f..cking stoned
That you pass out on the ground
Everybody is laughing at you saying whats going on
And your lying there f..cking dead
When i mean dead i mean grave yard dead (dead,dead,dead)
Stephane Lacroix 15 years old
Wednesday,Feburary 1st 2006 12.52am