IBK - S & T Lyrics

It's got me sick and tired
You got me sick and tired
You got me sick and tired
You got me sick and tired

Sick and tired of the way
Brother's doing double takes
Too much make up on your face
Can't believe we're in this place
Separate by just time and space
Post a picture on the gram
Nothing real is on your page
I just wanna see the glam
IQ smaller than your age
Disagree and then you rage
Media trafficking the hate
But this love we need a taste

Got me sick and tired
It's got me sick and tired
It's got me sick and tired
It's got me sick and tired

Sick and tired of the way
Little kids are getting raised
Watching pornos on the screen
Sex sells but it also kills
Favorite rapper on the scene
Is a druggie and a fiend
But we cannot even see
We're all victims of the scheme
Rap about schools and the kids get taught
Rap about guns and the kids get shot
Rap about drugs and the kids get lost
Rap about sex and the kids got kids
Black lives matter
It starts in the mirror
Music got the power
To frame a new picture
This is not a pass
For your bad apples
This is not a pass
For your white silence
And if you think it is
We won't stay silent
For 400 years we done paid the rent
And all that we got was a knee in the neck
Until we couldn't breathe and took our last breath

It's got me sick and tired
It's got me sick and tired
It's got me sick and tired

Rap about schools and the kids get taught
Rap about guns and the kids get shot
Rap about drugs and the kids get lost
Rap about sex now the kids got kids
Black lives matter
It starts in the mirror
Music got the power
To frame a new picture
This is not a pass
For your bad apples
This is not a pass
For your white silence
And if you think it is
We won't stay silent
For 400 years we done paid the rent
And all that we got was a knee in the neck
Until we couldn't breathe and took our last breath

Got me sick and tired
It's got me sick and tired
It's got me sick and tired
It's got me sick and tired

It's got me sick and tired
It's got me sick and tired
It's got me sick and tired
It's got me sick and tired

I'm also sick and tired
Of all these bougie girls
Looking for the right one
Is killing me inside
When I think I've found one
They say I need to come up
I gotta have a mansion
So she won't need her pension
I must wear Fendi, Gucci
Before she calls me handsome
And when I find another
That won't kill me for a dollar
The one I can consider
As being like no other
I got this deep reaction
No chemistry in action

It's got me sick and tired
It's got me sick and tired
It's got me sick and tired
It's got me sick and tired

It's got me sick and tired
It's got me sick and tired
It's got me sick and tired
It's got me sick and tired