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Sick Of It All For Now

Is it hope or a lack of sense It's the fighting spirit of the human race That keeps us trying in spite of ourselves For now we'll try to keep, keep our P.M.A. For now

there Is it hope or a lack of sense It's the fighting spirit of the human race That keeps us trying in spite of ourselves For now we'll try to keep, keep our P.M.A. For now

those desperate calls I'm stayin up all night hopin hitin my head against the wall What you got boy, is hard to find I think about it all the time Im all

just a tourist, Flowers for the dead, say hello to the florists Fuck with me wrong bet I rush it like Borris Now they tryna kick it but I ain't Chuck Norris I kick it

the 13th.(Ch Ch Ch Ch Ch) Aight you Lil' Kim clone clown, All this buffoonery shit stops now. Time for you to lay down, I'm sick of the fraud, I put

Red card black card Gold card I got them all BOW WOW [Bow Wow] Yeah that?s me I live the life Fast cars Watching hoes shake it up all night (I do it

Where have all those days gone? These days I'm so slow All those thoughts and nowhere to go My aim it used to be so true My world had a place in it darling

push it and push it until my luck is over I wonder what you're doing, I wonder if you doubt it I wonder how we used to ever go so long without it All

it You'll settle for a bit of it It started with a big bang (Coming over everything) And now it's coming back again Hey, don't you feel it now My shiny