I wrote this song when I wanted my ex-girlfriend back.

Im only hearing No, still waiting for the answer Yes
Waitin on the day you appear in my room n undress
Adress this issue... Im sick of crying in a tissue
Sick of stayin' up all night tellin' myself I miss you
I try to diss you, writin raps to get you off my mind
But somehow you seem to appear in every other line
Must be a sign, what the hell is god tryna tell me
That she loves me, Nah "I hate you" is what she tells me
Puts a magic spell on me, but she doesnt even try
Sick of askin' why, sick of havin' to resort back to ry
Sick of sayin' Im sick of you in every fuckin' line
Sick of you playin' headgames every fuckin' time
Sick of you actin' like a slut when ya walk in a club
Sick of all this crazy talk bout me havin' to quit drugs
I'd rather spit slugs send about three to her head
Inmature bitch surprised she dont pee in her bed

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T-Dot
Reppin' Canada


Havnt lost a real battle yet!