Sick of It

I'll listen 'till I'm sick of it Bounce back And write some rhymes that Only kind of fit Hit your feed and you Wonder how I made this shit It's in the practice I compose With just my pencil's tip There it is again the Same auditory clip The blank canvas starts Waiting for the user's lips Passing through the air 'Till your inner mind just flips Simply flying 'till all there is Is shaking hips I'll- I'll listen 'till I'm Sick of it I'll listen 'till I'm Sick- sick- sick- sick- I'll- I'll listen 'till I'm Sick of it I'll listen 'till I'm Sick Back again This ain't brand new This, my past time This is old news Hit your phoneline You say, "Oh, dude. Remember this guy? Bet he'll come through" Then he do A friend so true Never letting you Take the wrong Steps in the wrong Shoes Never thinking his compliments Are ever passed due Livin' in the moment and Chillin' with the whole crew. I'll- I'll listen 'till I'm Sick of it I'll listen 'till I'm Sick- sick- sick- sick- I'll- I'll listen 'till I'm Sick of it I'll listen 'till I'm Sick