Oh, (that same old love) I'm so sick of that, so sick of that love I'm so sick of that same old love, that shit, it tears me up I'm so sick of that same old love, my body's had enough I'm so sick of that same old love, feels like I've blown apart I'm so

Fuck you Ice Cube It's the nigga you love to hate I heard payback's a motherfucking nigga That's why I'm sick of gettin' treated like a goddamn stepchild Fuck a punk cause I ain't him You gotta deal with the nine double m The damn scum that you all hate

I'd like to think that our love's worth a tad more It may sound funny but you'd think by now I'd be smilin' Sick of this life Not that you'd care I'm not the only one With whom these feelings I share Sometimes I feel like I'm beatin' a dead horse I guess

That's the way you come to me I'm head over heels And I'm always gonna be That's okay I love the way you come to me Sun breaks I can't wait Til I'll be on my way again I'm sick and tired of waiting With nothing to do Watching the rain through a crack

Oh-oh-oh (that same old love) I'm so sick of that same old love, that shit, it tears me up I’m so sick of that same old love, my body's had enough I’m so sick of that same old love, feels like I've blown apart I’m so sick of that same old love, the kind

So sick of love You’ve been giving none of you I’ve been giving all of me It’s feeling like eternity Somebody tell me what to do oh I’m so sick I've been giving all of me Over and over and over I tried But dealing with you is like a full time occupation

That's the way you come to me I'm head over heels And I'm always gonna be That's okay I love the way you come to me Sun breaks I can't wait Til I'll be on my way again I'm sick and tired of waiting With nothing to do Watching the rain through a crack

That'd be alright. Yeah, that'd be alright. That'd be alright. If money grew on hackberry trees, And time wasn't such a luxury, If love was lovesick over me, If I could keep the wind in my sails, Keep a hold of the tiger by the tail, A half a ham

Said I'm so sick of love songs, so sad and slow So done with wishing you were still here So why can't I turn off the radio? Why can't I turn off the radio? And I'm so sick of love songs, so tired of tears So done with wishing she was still here (Why

I turned away just one too many times I'm tired of the reasons, sick of all the lies. I looked away just one too many times I'm tired of pretending, that I'm not here, not here to die. This wasn't meant to be a love song, Matter of fact this one's about