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Sick (Letra)

Curso de Violão - Fórmula Violão

here’s to tommorow baby

i’m feelin’ sick
complain the whole world’s angry
you make me sick
with each crime you processed me
and stuck me with the rest
every time you mess with me
i’ll put you to the test

bang bang bang in your head fucker
bang bang bang you’re dead fucker

here’s to tommorow baby
i’m getting sick
for every time you harass me
i’ll put one in your head
i gave up on society
and everything you said
have it your way

bang bang bang in your head fucker
bang bang bang you’re dead fucker

and you’re dead fucker

Compartilhe!

Sick (Letra)

Curso de Violão - Fórmula Violão

Go Get Some

Say What

You’ve always had so much to say
Tellin’ everybody else what you think of me
I’m beginning to think
That I’m here in the brink
Of the shit that you bring
You always throw at me

But your not the hardest I’ve met
Be gettin’ what I got next
The shit that you start
The fuckin’ things that you play
Now I’m given a right to go in-fuckin-sane

Frustration starts the burning
(I’m at the end)
And then the burn starts turning
(I can’t pretend)
So close to being SICK

I’m so fuckin’ sick and I want to
GO ON
I can’t take your shit but I have to
GO ON

I cannot stand your fuckin’ face
‘Cause I remember the past I can’t erase
Now I’m startin’ to feel
That everything isn’t real
And all the people around me fuckin’ grow and break

But you’re not the hardest I’ve met
be gettin’ what I got next
The shit that you start
The fuckin’ things that you play
Now I’m given a right to go in-fuckin-sane

Frustration starts the burning
(I’m at the end)
And then the burn starts turning
(I can’t pretend)
And growing and burning and yearning and turning
(I’m at the end)
My anger turns in knotted
So much I almost lost it
So close to being SICK

I’m so fucking sick and I want to
GO ON
I cant take your shit but I have to
GO ON
I’m so fucking sick and I want to
GO ON
I cant take your shit but I have to
GO ON

(it cant beat me)
SICK
SICK
(it cant beat me)
SICK
SICK

Frustration starts the burning
(I’m at the end)
And then the burn starts turning
(I can’t pretend)
And growing and burning and yearning and turning
(I’m at the end)
My anger turns in knotted
So much I almost lost it
So close to being SICK

I’m so fucking sick and I want to
GO ON
I can’t take your shit but I have to
GO ON
I’m so fucking sick and I want to
GO ON
I can’t take your shit but I have to
SAY WHAT

Sick (Letra)

Curso de Violão - Fórmula Violão

I’m playing games with your sex, with your ‘lectric shocks
Learn to let myself loose and be the dummy in your snapshots
I’m playing games learn to get on with your backward fans
Stick my body in the sun and help to get rid of the white tan

And maybe then you wouldn’t get so sick of me
And maybe then you wouldn’t get so sick of me
And maybe then you wouldn’t get so sick of me
And maybe then you wouldn’t get so sick of me

I’m playing games, marking names with the blackest thoughts
If you’re building me up to be the target for your cheap shots
I’m playing games keep a blind eye on the main chance
Strip my body of its skin and try to cancel out the white trash

And maybe then you wouldn’t get so sick of me
And maybe then you wouldn’t get so sick of me
And maybe then you wouldn’t get so sick of me
And maybe then you wouldn’t get so sick of me

I’m playing games if your aim is for the quick fix
Cos i know what you wanted and i know how you got it
I’m playing games if you play i’m in the fast lane
Learn to jump into the road and learn to save a little lost face

And maybe then you wouldn’t get so sick of me
And maybe then you wouldn’t get so sick of me
And maybe then you wouldn’t get so sick of me
And maybe then you wouldn’t get so sick of me

Sick (Letra)

Dope

Dope

Curso de Violão - Fórmula Violão

I’m never going to be what you want to see
Always gotta gotta be me and free
Right or wrong, you’ll be gone

Well I’ve heard it all before,
And I’m tired of the lies I’ve tried
I won’t compromise
You’re a thousand miles away,
Draining under my flooded veins
Take away the strain

I don’t think that you know
I’m about to let you go
Before I put you away
One more thing I’ve got to say

I’m not sorry,
I don’t want to worry
I’m sick of you again, I’m thinking no
I’m not sorry, I don’t want to worry
Of falling behind,
Don’t want to wonder and cry again
And I just want to say
Stop, go on

I have thrown it all away,
Reaching over the cloudy day
And I’m on my way
Cast my shadows all aside,
Creeping over into the sky
Shining brighter I feel alive

I don’t think that you know
I’m about to let you go
Before I put you away
One more thing I’ve got to say

I’m not sorry,
I don’t want to worry
I’m sick of you again, I’m thinking no
I’m not sorry, I don’t want to worry
Of falling behind,
Don’t want to wonder and cry again
And I just want to say

I’m never going to be what you want to see
Always gotta gotta be me and free
Carry on, run along
Frustrated by you, typical to do
I’m tired and through with you
Living on with you gone

I don’t think that you know
I’m about to let you go
Before I put you away
One more thing I’ve got to say

I’m not sorry,
I don’t want to worry
I’m sick of you again, I’m thinking no
I’m not sorry, I don’t want to worry
Of falling behind,
Don’t want to wonder and cry again
And I just want to say

I’m not sorry,
I don’t want to worry
Of falling behind,
Don’t want to wonder and cry again
And I just want to say
Stop, go on
Stop, go on

I’m never going to be what you want to see
Always gotta gotta be me and free
Living on with you gone