Bloom – Sick Of It

Bloom – Sick Of It Lyrics

Artist: Bloom
Song: Sick Of It

f#ck, I’m getting’ sick of this, man f#ck that b#tch
I’m tryna make it rich, gotta feed all my bros you better make a hit
Get the paper cheques, got my momma rent down
I can’t sign, I cannot lie, the price ain’t right, yeah

It’s my time, I’m sayin’, yeah
I’m sick of all the sh#t I’ve been through
f#ck, I’m getting’ sick of this, man f#ck that b#tch
I’m tryna make it rich, gotta feed all my bros you better make a hit

Get the paper cheques, got my momma rent down
I can’t sign, I cannot lie, the price ain’t right, yeah
It’s my time, I’m sayin’, yeah
I’m sick of all the sh#t I’ve been through

I know this shit’s not distant, I’m takin’ off on a missile
Fathers got me weighin’ down on my ambitions (yеah)
Take off now, I’m all in, we ballin’, I called it
Hе callin’, told me to stop it

I been workin’ too hard to throw the towel in
f#ck, I’m getting’ sick of this, man f#ck that b#tch
I’m tryna make it rich, gotta feed all my bros you better make a hit
Get the paper cheques, got my momma rent down

And I don’t just know when we could call yeah
Just got another offer they just been texting me v
Vexing me, like we’re in a coma
We don’t even know ‘em, don’t need help from no one

Someday we’ll be up, labels try to f#ck with us
Offers not enough, I just can’t believe I got this life I thought I f#cked it up
Didn’t even know if I’d make it out my home (Not anymore)
f#ck, I’m getting’ sick of this, man f#ck that b#tch

I’m tryna make it rich, gotta feed all my bros you better make a hit
Get the paper cheques, got my momma rent down
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Release Year: 2021