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Fed Up (Letra)

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She was abused he thought it brung amused but it
Really brought pain
The shame being known as the girl with no name it
Droved her insane
The lies, rumors, and the blame she couldn’t no
Longer take the rain

She was only 15 she didn’t now where her dreams
Led she wanted to be a singer
But didn’t know about the pain it might bring her
Fed up,fed up ohhh she was fed up

She thought she was in love with the boy that
Brung her down left her everyday
With a frown black eyes on her way too school but
She always kept it cool
But the tears layed inside questions why pop in
Her head late at night while
She sit on her bed wishing she was dead

She was only 15 she didn’t now where her dreams
Led she wanted to be a singer
But didn’t know about the pain it might bring her
Fed up,fed up ohhh she was fed up

Finally got loose left the name
she was abused by 19 and no more cries
Now she’s living her dream seeing the things that
She thought she’ll never
See I guess she was fed up by being dumped
Punched now it’s all over
Now she’s stronger
I am sorry but her name
Couldn’t be mentioned but all
You need too know was that we were real close

She was only 15 she didn’t now where her dreams
Led she wanted to be a singer
But didn’t know about the pain it might bring her
Fed up,fed up ohhh she was fed up

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Fed Up (Letra)

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With tunnel vision on you are the only one all made up stare straight up and walk straight into a wall see this is all your fault you take more than you can hold you want this one you wont give up you’ll suck it through a straw ‘til you’re full, ‘til you’re full. it’s true that you would be fed up with you if you knew what you are. ‘til you’re full of yourself it’s true that you would be fed up with you if you knew what you are. it’s different than before you dont listen anymore you’re impatient, you’re inflated and i know that you wont stop ‘til you’re full.

Fed Up (Letra)

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I asked you what you wanted
You never give me your answer
You may be a lover but you ain’t no dancer
The gleem in your eye has dove frozen stone cold
Gotta leave your side before it gets too old
Time out, times up
I really gotta go
Gotta find a way to let yoiu know that
I’m fed up with you, don’t know what to do
Wish you felt it too
I’m fed up with you
Sit around and watch tv all day
Stare at me and ask me what to say
Fuck off
Don’t just maybe go away
I’ve said it before
Think i’ll say it again
Louder today
I’m fed up with you

Fed Up (Letra)

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Human rights aren’t worth much today
Greed and power is what dominates
We’d be better off ruling ourselves
Freedom’s never given out
It’s something that you have to take

Every civil right that was won
Came after a long hard fight
We’d be better off ruling ourselves
At least we’d have control over our lives!
Revolutions happen all the time
They fail when we let leaders take control
Why should we let others push us around
When we are smart enough to take things
Into our own hands and how to
Get our rights back from the ruling classes

Burn the rich out and kick their asses
We’d be better off ruling ourselves
People think without a government
There’ll be violence in the streets
But that’s already happening now
And it’s not going away

We’d be better off ruling ourselves
At lest we’d have control over our lives
Revolutions happen all the time
They fail whhen we let leaders take control
Why should we let others push us around
When we are smart enough to take things
Into our own hands and rule ourselves

Fed Up (Letra)

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Happiness is hard to find
Everyone else has it I guess I’m blind
NO all I see is utter lies
Shake my head and close my eyes
But I cant escape and I question myself why?
Call it negativity – it’s reality
You’ve got eyes look and you’ll see
Envisioning life through my eyes
I’m so fed up I wish that I was blind.
It’s coming back it’s oh so clear
I used to feel sorrow now I don’t care
Depression, anger, hate, ignite
It detonates and I feel all right
You all feed the fire
I’ll sit and watch it burn
Oh.
I wish that I was blind
Fed up
I’m fed up and I wish that I was blind

Fed Up (Letra)

Gob

Gob

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Lord have mercy
Lord have mercy
I got demons running through my slate
They like to creep when my thoughts get deep
Scheming, trying to find a place to fit in
And manifest itself in the form of a sin
If i was rin tin tin i’d rip the skin off of lassie
The shit you talk is idle threatening to blast me
You high on gas like a rastaman bought it
Don’t set it off kid and get me started
Cause you’re highly regarded when you’re dearly departed
But momma’s still crying asking god why in
The world could you take her only child
When you was fronting on the streets like you was buckwild
To keep it real kid you gots to stay humble
You can’t fumble and if you gots to rumble
Then word to bryant gumble i’m a live for today
And god bless the man that steps in my way
Cause if i said it somebody’s getting wetted
So just keep your cool and everything’s copasetic
Pull out your heater kid spit your razor
And mine’ll still be the intellect that plays ya
Cause when the mike check i’m high tech skills are apparent
You can play the child kid i’ll play the parent
Cause i’m a be responsible for your schooling
But i won’t change your diapers or do your car poolin

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Get up i’ll break ya down a little somethen’
I’m fed up it’s time to go head huntin’
Dead up too many crews be frontin’
I’m fed up it’s time to go head huntin’
Get up i’ll break ya down a little somethin’
I’m fed up it’s time to go head huntin’
Dead up too many crews be frontin’
I’m fed up it’s time to go head huntin’

Lord have some mercy on my soul

Now why everybody making shit that’s unreal
Cause the (ayanon) man he wants mass appeal
Forgetting all about how it’s supposed to feel
Kids be going out for the record deal
So if you pull out the clap then bust your cap
Or i’m a make like the man and drop bomb on your gat
But don’t snap cause this ain’t hbo
Kid you got no benz plus you got no dough
While you say that though you trying to gain that ho
Used to be you had to rhyme about stuff you know
I don’t need mtv to make no bucks
I rock styles that make you say ¡°ah who dat waz?¡±
Who that was is the man of all hours
Sending all star players straight back to the showers
Fake hard rocks are really just cowards
I master dub plates like my name’s herb powers
I getcha open like hunting season
I make papers don’t front on the reason
Cause i’m seizing up every day
You say carpe diem i call em like i see em

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