Sam Sky, bill noir - Sick & Tired Lyrics

Where you been? I fucking called you twice
Forward the call and put me on ice
But you the first to hit up my phone when you need a post
Guess you don't know me
No I ain't the one to take your shit
Guess you're too cool now to get a grip
Remember without me
There'd be no you
So fuck your attitude

I've been way too fucking nice now
Too fucking nice to you bitches
And I ain't talking bout women
Fists up and save all you're spitting
Because it's lights out
Y'all got that wannabe vision
Got corny songs about winning
So cringe it's killing me
You're just a 2D knock off version of me,
You got that swagger jacked style anybody can see
You must be out of your mind
Cuz I ain't the one
You took my kindness for weakness we're done
So sick and tired of being nice

Why you shook
Can't look me in my eyes
Calling it Loud
Done with all your lies
If you thinking I'ma just walk by and not shoot the five
proves you don't know me
No I ain't the one to take your shit
Guess you're too cool now to get a grip
Remember without me
There'd be no you
So fuck your attitude

I've been way too fucking nice now
Too fucking nice to you bitches
And I ain't talking bout women
Fists up and save all you're spitting
Because it's lights out
Y'all got that wannabe vision
Got corny songs about winning
So cringe it's killing me
You're just a 2D knock off version of me
You got that swagger jacked style anybody can see
You must be out of your mind
Cuz I ain't the one
You took my kindness for weakness we're done
So sick and tired of being nice

I'm so sick and tired of being nice yeah
T'as tellement soif que tu veux juste mon ice yeah
You ain't care 'bout nothing but the price yeah
Quand j'te vois it's a roll of the dice yeah yeah
Non j'ai pas d'time for all your bullshit nah
Trop occupé à faire des hits nah
Can't give a fuck about no bitch nah nah nah nah

I've been way too fucking nice now
Too fucking nice to you bitches
And I ain't talking bout women
Fists up and save all you're spitting
Because it's lights out
Y'all got that wannabe vision
Got corny songs about winning
So cringe it's killing me
You're just a 2D knock off version of me
You got that swagger jacked style anybody can see
You must be out of your mind,]
Cuz I ain't the one
You took my kindness for weakness we're done
So sick and tired of being nice