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Sick N' Tired
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Rap on the piano--"I'm not gonna get with a girl if the girl is straight"
piano rap lesbian
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Song Info
Charts
Peak #117
Peak in subgenre #15
Author
Biz Lennett
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Biz Lennett
Uploaded
March 23, 2013
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MP3 4.0 MB 160 kbps 3:31
Story behind the song
A lizbian is a girl who wants to be a lesbian but only with me, Liz. They have their little experiment then decide to go back to guys, leaving me hanging out to dry. So, I'm sick and tired of it and I'm not gonna get with a girl if the girl is straight! Rap with piano accompaniment.
Lyrics
(Verse 1): There's nothing like a blank page to get me going, Got my pen in my hand and the blood in my veins, And a think pair of lips, you know if, But the way that they're used causes boys heart pains. Why would I get with a guy with a stupid voice, Fuzzy hat on his head and a busted face? Women, they are my choice, But none of them can keep up with this pace. (Chorus): Can you run with me? Play with me? Get down, stay up all day with me? Can you be with me? Be seen with me? Show our love to the public? You can lean on me. I know you've never been here before, And I know that you're a little afraid, But I'm sick and tired of lizbians, I'm not gonna get with a girl if the girl is straight. (Verse 2): I'm sittin' here in college classes, watching the time as it passes, Wishing the clock would move faster, Geez, my life is a disaster, Kissed a girl, she fell in love, Her face! I've had enough, Of girls being mistaken, taking me for granted all the time, And then she said I broke her heart, I knew we had to be apart, I started, darted for the door, Don't wanna see her anymore. If you think I'm a girl you can stir up and summon, You're giving me mixed signals, baby, And keep 'em coming. (Chorus) (Break): These times are hard, they bring me down, The only real lez in this town, You wanna try girls? Don't run to me, The next fake lez is an amputee. I drink, I smoke, I spit, You wanna diva? Ask for it! I'm climbin', chime in if you're into rhymin' I'm in, going down to Lyman, timin' all my beats, Like the treat that I discreet? You can't compete, I will repeat, You can't compete, you can't defeat, The feat I'm reaching is elite, You bought me, this is your receipt. It vexes me that I have crazy exes like tyrannasaurus rexes Only sex is oral sex is how I make her stomach flex. Show no disrespects, I don't want women to object, To the subjects of the subtext, It's more complex than it projects. So much more complex. (Chorus)
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