I'm sick again I'm sick of friends
They took me out They made the plans
I never had a chance alone I never got offers for one
They pushed on mine So they'll do the time
Ooh cause that's the way the news goes Ooh and that's the way of new clothes
No pressure but they're pressuring me Copying my every move showing better to be
A scrawny lid with no life to give He got his energy stolen by those bigger kids
Offer me the friends I'll take the whole stage We were selling out the room Let them use my old name
When times got rough you find enough of the evidence to realize older types are crooks
I'm sick again I'm sick of friends
They took me out They made the plans I never had a chance alone I never got offers for one
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I'm sick again I'm sick of friends
They took me out They made the plans
I never had a chance alone I never got offers for one
They pushed on mine So they'll do the time
Ooh cause that's the way the news goes Ooh and that's the way of new clothes
No pressure but they're pressuring me Copying my every move showing better to be
A scrawny lid with no life to give He got his energy stolen by those bigger kids
Offer me the friends I'll take the whole stage We were selling out the room Let them use my old name
When times got rough you find enough of the evidence to realize older types are crooks
I'm sick again I'm sick of friends
They took me out They made the plans I never had a chance alone I never got offers for one
Set
They took me out They made the plans
I never had a chance alone I never got offers for one
They pushed on mine So they'll do the time
Ooh cause that's the way the news goes Ooh and that's the way of new clothes
No pressure but they're pressuring me Copying my every move showing better to be
A scrawny lid with no life to give He got his energy stolen by those bigger kids
Offer me the friends I'll take the whole stage We were selling out the room Let them use my old name
When times got rough you find enough of the evidence to realize older types are crooks
I'm sick again I'm sick of friends
They took me out They made the plans I never had a chance alone I never got offers for one
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Writer: Bryson Martin
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