Sick of Me

Tell me are you sick of me You wanna get rid of me Baby you're a wannabe and I don't wanna be Famished I might need a piece Know you're not good for me Dancing, poking, squeezing, geeking I know I should run away Baby I can't feel this way I don't like this When you touch I feel a wave Like my vices Staring at the ceiling fade So enticing Begging baby get away out my mind it's Falling from the ceiling fade Don't advise it Try to make me feel away It's a mind trick Lost at sea a castaway Hope I find it Can't get a grip How my mind slips Out of reality My thoughts cause casualties Tell me are you sick of me You wanna get rid of me Baby you're a wannabe And I don't wanna be Famished I might need a piece Know you're not good for me Dancing poking squeezing geeking I know I should run away Do the dash hit the gas Riding till the sun away We could take a trip past the horizon Just to get away Sick of all these hating mothafuckas They stuck in my brain If I have you yeah we'll slayyyyyy We could be the party we a daaaaaage HEY HEY HEY HEY HEY HEY When I pull up that shit going heyday Mayday No farmer still might drag a hoe is what I say say And they all do what I say say Should I really fucking stayyy Tell me are you sick of me You wanna get rid of me Baby you're a wannabe And I don't wanna be Famished I might need a piece Know your not good for me I think you get the point no more to sayyyy Don't breaaaaak me Don't breaaaaak me Don't breaaaaak me Don't breaaaaak me Baby I can't feel this way I don't like this When you touch I feel a wave Like my vices Staring at the ceiling fade So enticing Begging baby get away out my mind it's Falling from the ceiling fade Don't advise it Try to make me feel away It's a mind trick Lost at sea a castaway Hope I find it Can't get a grip How my mind slips Out of reality My thoughts cause casualties