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Finger Eleven Sick Of It All

you never came up again 'Cause you're so sick of it all And you want to change everything Just how deep will you go To see through it all? If you could

you never came up again 'Cause you're so sick of it all And you want to change everything Just how deep will you go To see through it all? If you could

you never came up again 'Cause you're so sick of it all And you want to change everything Just how deep will you go To see through it all? If you could

we thug, could of been all hood The flow's all love, thugs could of been all hood Pick up on it, never fully get it, this Bone flow Smilin', hatin' but

sexy groove I've got my mind all over you (All day I dream about...) (All day I dream about sex) You say you were so sick of it I'm tired of jackin'

did I fail to mention? Your bitch is tired of missionary, boy, you failed the mission Speakin' of positions, just witness how I elevated Real niggas celebrate it, finger-fuck whoever hate it

dear, we're all mad over here Livin' in America On me way downtown, I think of that clown And the things that he said last night Did he mean 'em at all or was it

fuck is this They tell me it's all in my head why can't I get a witness Fuck it I was never meant to be and now my own hater Up the elevator On the rooftop

It didn't take me by surprise It came along slow and soft It crept and I saw it all along the way It came on bit by bit And I knew it all along