19 lyrics for "You make me sick."

No way, no way Never goin' home, n-n-never goin' home One way ticket 'cause I had to show yah Flow so sick, make you catch pneumonia I'm never goin' home, n-n-never goin' home So who's gonna tell me I can't do Anything I put my mind to Now I ain't tryna
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I'm sick and tired of the games you played Every move I make your ass got something to say Scandalize my name when you see it in the paper Trying to turn it all around when it wasn't that way Everybody is trying to figure me out What the hell is wrong
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You make me sick They make me sick I know I feel you, that' I want you and I'm hating it Got me lit like a candlestick Get too hot when you touch the tip, I'm feeling it, I gotta getta grip And it's driving me crazy baby don't you quit Can't get enough
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But, oh, Lord, don't make it easy Keep me working till I work it all out Till I'm free from this shadow of doubt Keep me out of this shadow of doubt But please, please won't you shine enough light on me Just another homesick child, tired of running wild
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Can't you see, ya all I wear my socks up to my knees They still make a motel out of me They come when hot and muggy They won't eat you alive, Hear me beg ya all It's so unfair, can't you see Leave me alone little chiggers Can't you see, oh
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Into the river below, running from the inferno I'll take all the blame, the front page, and the fame Into the river below You'll think I'm insane, but you'll all know my name I'm sick and I'm twisted I'm broken; you can't fix it Don't make me 'cause I'll
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It's Devils Night (da da dah, da-da da da dah duh da) Cause I came back to rule this time! It's Devils Night - cause I came back to take what's mine! I make music to make you sick of fake music Hate music like devil worshippin Satan music So say your
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What doesn't kill you makes you stronger Well it's me, myself, and I Quiver at the thought of you But beneath myself and I Quiver at the thought of being alone Is the thought of being alone What makes you sick, what makes me quiver You leave me at the
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Come on over Do the twist (aha) Have a fit (aha) Shoot the shit (aha) Love you so much Makes me sick (aha) Beat me out of me (beat it, beat it) She keeps it pumpin' strait in my heart.
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Ride, ride on through Ride, ride through you Ride, ride on through Ride, ride through you Doesn't know what to do anymore Jesus makes love to the spike A trick for a fix and feeling so sick Just can't seem to get right Once he was the king of his world A
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