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Sick & Tired Video (MV)




Performed By: Murkwood
Language: English
Length: 3:09
Written by: Bram Richmond




Murkwood - Sick & Tired Lyrics




Small things feel big when it's going down
Bird's eye view even when I'm on the ground
My neck's sore always holding up the f*cking crown
Everything is always bigger when you come around
I'm tired and the squad sick
We're sick and tired of your shit
I could never slip
Don't tell me get a grip
We're sick and tired of your shit

This kinda smells like a home court advantage
This shit gon take my ass cross the Atlantic
Temperature perfect like back in Atlantis
You gon look dumb if you take me for granted
You gon look stupid don't do that again
Why would you do that don't f*ck with my zen
Shorty a hood rat but ten outta ten
If anybody asks I'm gon' say that we're friends
You could set another date but I won't attend
I can't be pressured don't know bout the trends
Maison Margiela the Replica scents
I might pretend that I'm deaf if she vents like
Good credit
Whole lotta savings in the debit
Talent in the family like the Bennetts
Wood let it go bitch no I won't let it
Did the whole verse one take no edits

Small things feel big when it's going down
Bird's eye view even when I'm on the ground
My neck's sore always holding up the f*cking crown
Everything is always bigger when you come around
I'm tired and the squad sick
We're sick and tired of your shit
I could never slip
Don't tell me get a grip
We're sick and tired of your shit

Tell me why would I stop
When I'm out numbers get exchanged like the stock
Why you worried bout the thots
Bet your mom would love a call to talk maybe not
I'm the full package
Funny how you ship me off
I wasn't buzzing with my cousin I was there to moss
It wasn't vodka I was sipping on it's just the Voss
I gotta grill as bright as diamonds prolly from the floss
I see the vibes were being tossed, so I Randy Moss
Cold hearted hot headed so I don't defrost
The leather duffle wasn't mine until it got the cloth
The leather duffle wasn't mine until it got embossed
Good credit
Whole lotta savings in the debit
Talent in the family like the Bennetts
Wood let it go bitch no I won't let it
Did the second verse one take no edits

Small things feel big when it's going down
Bird's eye view even when I'm on the ground
My neck's sore always holding up the f*cking crown
Everything is always bigger when you come around
I'm tired and the squad sick
We're sick and tired of your shit
I could never slip
Don't tell me get a grip
We're sick and tired of your shit
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Small things feel big when it's going down
Bird's eye view even when I'm on the ground
My neck's sore always holding up the f*cking crown
Everything is always bigger when you come around
I'm tired and the squad sick
We're sick and tired of your shit
I could never slip
Don't tell me get a grip
We're sick and tired of your shit

This kinda smells like a home court advantage
This shit gon take my ass cross the Atlantic
Temperature perfect like back in Atlantis
You gon look dumb if you take me for granted
You gon look stupid don't do that again
Why would you do that don't f*ck with my zen
Shorty a hood rat but ten outta ten
If anybody asks I'm gon' say that we're friends
You could set another date but I won't attend
I can't be pressured don't know bout the trends
Maison Margiela the Replica scents
I might pretend that I'm deaf if she vents like
Good credit
Whole lotta savings in the debit
Talent in the family like the Bennetts
Wood let it go bitch no I won't let it
Did the whole verse one take no edits

Small things feel big when it's going down
Bird's eye view even when I'm on the ground
My neck's sore always holding up the f*cking crown
Everything is always bigger when you come around
I'm tired and the squad sick
We're sick and tired of your shit
I could never slip
Don't tell me get a grip
We're sick and tired of your shit

Tell me why would I stop
When I'm out numbers get exchanged like the stock
Why you worried bout the thots
Bet your mom would love a call to talk maybe not
I'm the full package
Funny how you ship me off
I wasn't buzzing with my cousin I was there to moss
It wasn't vodka I was sipping on it's just the Voss
I gotta grill as bright as diamonds prolly from the floss
I see the vibes were being tossed, so I Randy Moss
Cold hearted hot headed so I don't defrost
The leather duffle wasn't mine until it got the cloth
The leather duffle wasn't mine until it got embossed
Good credit
Whole lotta savings in the debit
Talent in the family like the Bennetts
Wood let it go bitch no I won't let it
Did the second verse one take no edits

Small things feel big when it's going down
Bird's eye view even when I'm on the ground
My neck's sore always holding up the f*cking crown
Everything is always bigger when you come around
I'm tired and the squad sick
We're sick and tired of your shit
I could never slip
Don't tell me get a grip
We're sick and tired of your shit
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Writer: Bram Richmond
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