Seconds

[Verse 1]
Pipe down baby, why so fake loud?
You've lied now ten thousand times
It's show business anyhow
Why don't you put that tongue back in your mouth?

[Chorus]
You make me sick, sick, sick, sick
Sick, sick, sick, sick, sick, sick

[Verse 2]
Where'd you get all the attention
Your dad's money too base to mention
His coattails are looking worn
You've had a nice ride, that's for sure
Better thank your brain-dead clientele
For all the money that you'll spend in hell

[Pre-Chorus]
You make me sick, you make me
You make me so, you make me so sick, sick, sick, sick

[Chorus]
You make me sick, sick, sick, sick
Sick, sick, sick, sick, sick, sick

[Verse 3]
Wanna percent of every nation
You're the type to rise to that occasion
Stole the race, no surprise there
The elevator always beats the stairs

[Pre-Chorus]
You make me sick, so sick, you make me sick
You make me sick, so sick, you make me so sick

[Outro]
On a golf cart
Wearing some uniform
Bombing in the night-time
Lying on TV

[Chorus]
You make me sick, sick, sick, sick
Sick