Trackmasters - So Sick (Remix) lyrics

{*scratched: "To the beat y'all"*} So, so sick... (TM) [LL Cool J] Oh me? ... My name is L First of all you a banger, straight up and down I'm seein minks on your hangers I know your momma told you don't talk to strangers That leads to dangerous situations, but I can't be patient You need communication, appreciation Respect for your style instead of talkin all wild One smile, you're daydreamin of walkin the aisle In the waterbed, rollin around in a money pile Baby my format is not to be a doormat But I still pull your chair out at the table and all that Touch your back softly, whatever it cost me Time money or energy, you will remember me [Ne-Yo] Gotta change my answering machine, now that I'm alone Cause right now it says that we, can't come to the phone And I know it makes no sense, cause you walked out the door But it's the only way I hear your voice, anymore (It's ridiculous) It's been months, and for some reason I just (Can't get over us) And I'm stronger than this (Enough is enough) No more walkin 'round with my head down I'm so over bein blue, cryin over you; and [Hook: Ne-Yo] I'm so sick of love songs, so tired of tears So done with wishin, you were still here Said I'm so sick of love songs, so sad and slow So why can't I turn off the radio? [Ne-Yo] Gotta fix that calender I have, that's marked July 15th Because since there's no more you, there's no more anniversary I'm so fed up with my thoughts of you, and your memory And how every song reminds me of what used to be; that's the reason [Hook] [Interlude: Ne-Yo] (Leave me alone) Leave me alone (Stupid love songs) Don't make me think about her smile Or having my first child I'm lettin go, turnin off the radio [LL Cool J] I'mma keep you equipped in all of the best whips Pay attention to detail, even your lipstick Give compliments when your pedicure switch When we on the mattress, you won't care if I'm rich I'll love you deeply, whisper sweetly Even when you critique me, you can still reach me Beats me why you sweeter than a peach be One bite's enough sugar for the whole night You'll be aight, you rollin with the Elvis of rap C'mon, move your pelvis and throw it back I know it's forward and it sounds a little blunt But love money respect, whatever, pick what you want [Ne-Yo] That's the reason [Hook] [Ne-Yo] Said [Hook] [Ne-Yo] And [Hook] [Ne-Yo] Why can't I turn off the radio? {*scratched: "To the beat y'all"*}