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Sick Of It All Souvenir

I found a souvenir In things I collected The effect it had on me Turned out distressing. Instead of focusing on my past rejoicing It just reminded me

I found a souvenir In things I collected The effect it had on me Turned out distressing. Instead of focusing on my past rejoicing It just reminded me

your ex-girlfriend I kinda always knew I?d end up your ex-girlfriend I hope I hold a special place with the rest of them And you know it makes me sick

my eyes as if to say fuck all ya'll. All i ever had was my muthafuckin papa. My grandma fed me catfish n coleslaw. I hit the weed then pass it to my

But that ghost was me And who I used to be I can't let it go I won't let it go Another suitcase of scar shaped souvenirs That I've collected every day

race is on, the chase begins, come on, Cal, lead the way. No, everytime i ride that thing, i get sick for two whole days. All around you'll find souvenirs

of lies Downsize, I'm ousting you guys deep in the dirt Clocking in and out of rap, have y'all fiending for work When I breed it, yo it's treason what

'm in it Always been a bit too strong x2 I'm tired of bein' an unemployed millionaire I'm sick of bein' a Swedish tourist-souvenir I'm sick of this I

, the wrong tools It doesn't matter anymore It never left our heads, not a word, not a whisper All kept secret & self deny We made it sick, we made it wrong To make it