Sick Of You (Sped Up Version)

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Published 2023-01-01
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Sick Of You (Sped Up Version) · DNMO

Sick Of You

℗ 2022 Deadbeats

Released on: 2023-01-02

Composer Lyricist: Aiden Morgan
Composer Lyricist: Daniel Maisonneuve

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All Comments (21)
  • @LEICHILMAYEK
    BEST SONG IN THE WORLD!!! IN MY WHOLE LIFE!! BEST SONG!!! MY FIRST FAV SONG EVER!!!
  • @zesky_cult
    Playing this to my grandparents and father :)
  • @Shiinx_
    I wish I could sing this to the "friend" that tried to kill me after stealing my money
  • @bunn.y_0v
    Se la dedico al que alguna vez fue: mi persona favorita...
  • @ISA1110
    se lo dedico a alguien que me saco todas mis amistades😢
  • @heartpwrls
    i was in an arguement with my father, n i unplugged my airpods n threw my phone at him as this song played 🤞🏻😝
  • @EL1S3
    I've been away too long from you and I'm sorry But I can't control just what you do And I hope to God that you leave me soon That you walk away from this Burning bridge that you crossed too late And you just forget that we ever met But before you forget There's just something I have to say I'm sick of your voice Sick of your face Sick of your choices Sick of your name Sick of your pleasure Sick of your pain Sick of your pressure Sick of your gameI wish I never ever met you Five years of mistakes I'll never undo I'm not your medicine or your tool Don't expect me to ever fix you Every little thing always seems to be about you Exercise your criticism then get mad when I'm through You think your traumas don't affect a single person ‘round you I'm not your therapist or boyfriend, try and get the two confused I'm best friends with your new boyfriend and I'll tell him every truth I don't care if he don't like it, I don't care if he tells you Text me that you fg hate me, well it's ‘bout time that you do Get the fk up out my life because I'm still in love with I'm sick of your voice Sick of your face Sick of your choices Sick of your name Sick of your pleasure Sick of your pain Sick of your pressure Sick of your game Sick of your sight Sick of your shape Sick of your spite I'm sick of your shade I'm sick of your lies Sick of your lazy Sick of your cries I'm sick of your crazy I wish I never ever met you Five years of mistakes I'll never undo I'm not your medicine or your tool Don't expect me to ever fix you