Sick of This (Remix)

[Intro: Gaea LaBelle (Pobleetoe)]
Gaea LaBelle, Jus Jon, Chubbz
(Presha and Pobleetoe)

[Verse 1: Gaea LaBelle]
Working nine to six
My manager is in the back
Talking that shit, that shit, that’s it!
Man, I really wanna quit
But the cash come quick
So for now I’ll just put up with it (up with it)
And I ain’t tryna whine, but I’m tired of wasting time
Gotta get back on my business
So I clock out, let the door close all the way
Before I scream out “Fuck this!”
I’m sick of it, so I hop in
Jus Jon purple Lincoln thinking 'I’ma get to drinkin','
Stinking up the interior with this cheese
Somebody please pass me some papers then pass me the trees
And turn on a light so I can roll these
And gimme the light so I can smoke please
I’m tryna get by like Mr. Kweli
Homework piled on my desk, I digress and think

[Hook: Gaea LaBelle]
I’m sick of working, sick of hurting, sick of pain (sick of pain?)
Sick of games, sick of shit staying the same (staying the same)
So for now I’ll kick back (back), back (back)
But I know I gotta get back (back), back (back)
Sick of bills, sick of dues, sick of school (sick of school?)
Sick of rules, sick of me, sick of you (sick of you)
So for now I’ll kick back (back), back (back)
But I know I gotta get back (back), back (back)

[Verse 2: Gaea LaBelle]
My friends don’t wanna chill again
My dad talking ‘bout bills again
My mom contemplating ‘bout the date for me to graduate
And I don’t want to deal with them
Because I pushed it back again
Masking all my needs ‘cause I’m getting tired of asking them for cash So I’ma sell a stash or two and then
Stack up on these dollars that I’m getting from the government
I’m thinking skip class, or maybe move back
‘Cause now I’m living off of pennies and food stamps
My teachers yapping, “Do this, do that”
Ma’am I just wanna write. I just wanna do rap
So I’ma work on this masterpiece
Ignoring all the other things that everybody asks of me
My haters passionately tryna catch me in catastophes
But actually, I’m relaxing sipping on this daiquiri lik3

[Verse 3: Jus Jon]
Extra long island iced tea (drank)
I had an extra long day, you see (uh)
I got two jobs, I’ve been working hard
And this extra long blunt would go perfectly (smokin’)
Rest my body and my feet in this extra soft seat
I’m at the Aloft on Tennessee (on Tennessee)
I’m at this extra sweet suite
Tryna order a masseuse who’s down to come and make some extra cheese
Slow music when I drive, no need for extra speed (nope)
To be honest, I could probably use some extra sleep (yeah)
But I got a long night ahead of me
Only thing that’s sure to keep me up is some ecstasy
Good dude, bad habits
That’s probably what they’d put on my tombstone
The day that they bury me (bury me)
I live in the fifth quarter, man, I’m always working OT
Man, I think it’s time to hit the beach

[Verse 4: Chubbz]
Population 20 mil but they fake as shit
Keeping secrets away from me, on some mason shit
But here's your major hit, you degrading your race and shit
Making money for the enemy by what you majored in
Meanwhile they casting you out like Tom Hanks
Leave you starving, skinny, like Tyra Banks
Me and Gaea LaBelle sippin’ smoking fire dank
In the faces of the pussy niggas who hate
Nancy Karrigan niggas, please skate
I fucking hate this, man, I fucking hate this
Waiting on God to come, 'cause he gon’ replace this
Take it to the time we in the garden living naked
Never wanna see the time regarded as racists
Only wanna crown my queen on land that’s gated
Reflecting on the simple fact that I fucking made it
I am awakened, quickly reminded by what I'm hating

[Hook: Gaea LaBelle]
I’m sick of working, sick of hurting, sick of pain (sick of pain?)
Sick of games, sick of shit staying the same (staying the same)
So for now I’ll kick back (back), back (back)
But I know I gotta get back (back), back (back)
Sick of bills, sick of dues, sick of school (sick of school?)
Sick of rules, sick of me, sick of you (sick of you)
So for now I’ll kick back (back), back (back)
But I know I gotta get back (back), back (back)