Sick and tired

Each night i go home
i have nothing to do,
all i do is think of u,

no matter how hard i
try, i always seem to
cry, saying that I'm
I'm the worlds most luckiest guy,

when I'm down and depressed,
i look up to the sky, and ask the
father why,why can't i be the only one
for u, every where i go i have to see,

those hideous boys looking at u, steering u down
from head to knee, I'm sick and
tired of having competition, they
make me want to scream, leave my

girl man, bounce, stop b*** but
maybe its my fault maybe if i can't
take the heat i should stay out of
the kitchen but no i will take heat

i'm o stop b*** i swear with all my might
i won't give u up without a terrible fight.