Seconds

[Verse 1] Pipe down baby, why so fake loud? You've lied now ten thousand times It's show business anyhow Why don't you put that tongue back in your mouth? [Chorus] You make me sick, sick, sick, sick Sick, sick, sick, sick, sick, sick [Verse 2] Where'd you get all the attention Your dad's money too base to mention His coattails are looking worn You've had a nice ride, that's for sure Better thank your brain-dead clientele For all the money that you'll spend in hell [Pre-Chorus] You make me sick, you make me You make me so, you make me so sick, sick, sick, sick [Chorus] You make me sick, sick, sick, sick Sick, sick, sick, sick, sick, sick [Verse 3] Wanna percent of every nation You're the type to rise to that occasion Stole the race, no surprise there The elevator always beats the stairs [Pre-Chorus] You make me sick, so sick, you make me sick You make me sick, so sick, you make me so sick [Outro] On a golf cart Wearing some uniform Bombing in the night-time Lying on TV [Chorus] You make me sick, sick, sick, sick Sick