I could control it, but I buckled Lashing out for no good reason at all Wish I could take it back, wish I could just rewind Wish I could take it back
Traduction: Sick Of It All. Rembobiner.
man I know it's a fact that you'd rather just have some of me instead The ringleader man [Verse 2:] Hey! This industry is my circus I know that it hurts
Where is the shame A moment of time passes by You cannot rewind who's to blame When did it start Is there a cure for your sickness Have you no heart
Sound boy proceed to blast into the galaxy go back rocket man into the sky, you'll see hear it all the time, come back rewind aliens are waiting up in
people I know deep down are funky oh yeah we got, we got the juice it's on tap never take the time to rewind all the weak crap here, take it it's yours
I got my own fragrance Power by 50 goddamn it I think I made it! {HAHA! } I tried to keep it basic, they wanna complicate shit, The Feds on my phone that
[Sample: Busta Rhymes, A Tribe Called Quest, Scenario] As I combine all the juice from the mind Heel up, wheel up, bring it back, come rewind RRRAH RRRAH
it and where does it all end? My medicine ball, you're in my medicine ball friends [Verse 2:] All my westside bitches throw it up Put a balloon inside your pussy, queef, and blow it
see you in the courtroom when everyone was suein us, I didn't see you in all black when everybody was suitin up, back on the block, kickin it in and it
with me I wish I was still your girl Verse 2 (Aubrey) It ain't like I didn't know it I just didn't take the time to show it And now everyday your on
rewinding it Stoppin' it and playing yourself over again See I'm sick and tired of you doin' that same old thing Sick of your same routine Now you've got to come clean Cause it
make the earth quake [x2] Boom... (I know you hear it) Shake... I make you feel it [x2] Light-Light-Light it on fire Extra Extra, Read all about it,
Oi P it's your round Na it's your round Oi it's your fucking round man I got the last fucking round! Hey you still owe me five anyway bro! You get the
super-bad quick Now the smell of the pen has got them sick to the stomach Now ask yourself, who's stupid? I take funky funky beats and I loop it And
this Sickness some are still in doubt of it's existence Some call it forgiveness and some call it the vengeance Some say it's an exit and some say it