Syke - Ateen Lyrics

Talking for weeks
Ask the girl out on a whim she say yes I don't know what she see
Grabbing my keys
Grabbing my weed
She wanna pay don't like spending cheese
Bless
She really f*ck with my piece
Smoking and talking we listen to beats
Took her back home got a kiss on the cheek
Got no text back in a week and its seen
Contact has ceased
She looking bleak
Overreacting I guess she deceased
Back on the hunt just to find what I seek
But I guess I can say that I tried it at least
Try not to dwell on the past I critique
Thinking how I should try differently
Maybe, just maybe, I'll find me a freak
Cause I'm thinking she gone and it's safe to say that I've been
Dropped

Guess she a flop
Go to the next and I hope that she rock
Go to my car and I'm bringing my pot
Go to her home and we go to my spot
Chilling in smoke and we listen and talk
Couple of minutes she end up on top and she getting worried thinking she seen a cop
But she don't wanna stop
Spoilin the plot
Imma be honest, don't do this a lot
Imma be honest, I don't wanna stop
So on the weekends we heat up the box
Then she gone tell me that she want us locked
Said I agree I don't want us to drop
Smile on her face had me smiling a lot
But in two days I'm blocked, swear the words like frost cause I been

Sick of these hoes
Sick of these woes
Think my pen getting sick of these flows man
Sick of these plays
Sick of these ways
S'like my chest gettin sicker these days
Sick of these jokes
Sick of these hopes
S'like my mind gettin sick of these tropes man
Sick of this phase
Sick of this grey
Swear my heart gettin sicker
Sicker
Sick of these hoes
Sick of these woes
Think my pen getting sick of these flows man
Sick of these plays
Sick of these ways
S'like my chest gettin sicker these days
Sick of these jokes
Sick of these hopes
S'like my mind gettin sick of these tropes man
Sick of this phase
Sick of this grey
Clock work goin tick- tick

He didn't mean to come out
Stay in your lane
Think of my past and I'm showing my fangs
Lately my temper been shorter and shorter with every failure
I'm used to the pain
That's not brag
That's a complaint
My value dropping like every day
My worth is dropping in every way
Merit be dropping when she don't relay
My thoughts, my thanks, my lo-
Left me with fronts of emotion and trust
I guess what I do to impress ain't enough
But that don't mean she can use love as a bluff
This isn't love
I know that it's not
I know it's too early to tie up a knot
We goin on dates and we hang out a lot
And we kiss, we make out
Make love and we f*ck
It's been months
Nah
Maybe I'm wrong
Said it's too early but this shit too long
She could a told that me this what she wants
If I would a known then this all have been fine
'Stead she say that she ain't make up her mind
I just say its ok you take your time
Said its just me, shoulda known that's a lie
Sick of these games
Sick of this change
Sick of these ho's in the hallways
Not just once but it's always
Every couple months, hit replay
Had a bright smile, now it's all shade
Now I got grey and blue jays
I might never get my entree
That won't stop me
Mon through Sunday
Someday
Ill be

Sick of these hoes
Sick of these woes
Think my pen getting sick of these flows man
Sick of these plays
Sick of these ways
S'like my chest gettin sicker these days
Sick of these jokes
Sick of these hopes
S'like my mind gettin sick of these tropes man
Sick of this phase
Sick of this grey
Swear my heart gettin sicker
Sicker
Sick of these hoes
Sick of these woes
Think my pen getting sick of these flows man
Sick of these plays
Sick of these ways
S'like my chest gettin sicker these days
Sick of these jokes
Sick of these hopes
S'like my mind gettin sick of these tropes man
Sick of this phase
Sick of this grey
Clock work goin