Pov: you slowly hate your bestfriend.

**me sending this to my boyfriend and him sending it back** *_satisfaction_*

That part- I’m still in love with- IM SICK OF YOUR VOICE

I'm sick of everyone *Running🏃🏃

when sub urban swears, it sounds so natural lmfao

I love Sub Urban, he's so talented. It's so unfortunate that people don't give him the recognition he deserves.

Nah this part is just the best 1:42 don't mind me just my replay button here

The 241 dislikes are the people Sub Urban was sick of :(( Edit: 17/09/21 Thanks y'all for the replies to remind me and tysm for the likes

*that one song you have stuck in your head after you break up with your ex*

It’s unbelievable this came out 3 years ago and it’s still not getting the hype it deserves

Lost my bestfriend of 5 years been friends sense 2nd grade. He was going through things and he just stopped texting me and I asked why and he sent me this song and said I'm sick of you and you crossed a burning braige and then said I don't want to talk to you ever again and then blocked me. It hurts alot tbh.

This really hits hard when your always comforting people and your usually kind and you finally snap.

There's a girl that sent me song on one of the first days I was talking to her. She's my bestest best friend now and this song reminds me of her so goddamn much. Love u

Literally nobody: Me to myself: "Sick of your sight, sick of your shape! Sick of your spite, sick of your shade! Sick of your lies, sick of your lazy! Sick of your cries! Sick of your crazy."

Can’t get this song out of my head it’s so good

ppl:listening to the song while me playing guess the meaning to the hands

I feel like a lot of people misinterpreted the meaning of the song, it's about being stuck in a toxic relationship that you can't end, and you want the other person to end. In the song he says he's sick of his current partner and wants them to break up.

the feeling when you are in a relationship and almost the whole song sounds like your emotions turned into lyrics

I don't understand because I'm from Russia, but I like this song 😍😍😍

Somehow, even tho I listened to this for 10 hrs straight, I still cant remember the fvcking lyrics

This song is just my type😍😍

Ah yes, another underrated masterpiece

Anyone 2020? I still love this song!😍❤️

these lyrics literally are expressing how i feel and think about a person which i was in love with... :/

what i got out of the song sounds like it’s different from what everyone else got from it. what i got from it: sick of the manipulation, finally giving a huge ‘fuck you’ to the manipulator/toxic person, and feeling bitter about it cause 5 years, man. yeah, i relate a bit. but such a damn banger.

The fact that you're not dedicating this song to anyone but everyone is dedicating this song to you

This is a good lyric video, it should have more likes 😁

Shit I just found this song WHY IS IT SO UNDERRATED

This is the type of song you would listen to most likely when your depressed, bored, or just wanna hear something nice or maybe if you had an arguement.

who was obsessed w this song in around 2020 bc of that gacha life music video and now ur back😋

0:28 best part of this song I swear

I've been away too long from you And I'm sorry But I can't control Just what you do And I hope to God That you leave me soon That you walk away from this Burning bridge that you crossed too late And you just forget that we ever met But before you forget There's just something I have to say I'm sick of your voice Sick of your face Sick of your choices Sick of your name Sick of you pleasure Sick of your pain Sick of your prreasure Sick of your game I wish I never met you Five years of mistakes I'll never undo I'm not your medicine or your tool Don't expect me to ever fix you Every little things always Seems to be about you Exercise your criticism Then get mad when I'm trough You think your traumas don't affect a single person 'round you I'm not your therapist or boyfriend, try and get the two confused I'm best friends with your new boyfriend and I'll tell him every truth I don't care if he don't like it, I don't care if he tells you Text me that you fuckin' hate me, well it's 'bout time that you do Get the fuck up out my life because I'm still in love with I'm sick of your voice Sick of your face Sick of your choices Sick of your name Sick of your pleasure Sick of your pain Sick of your pressure Sick of your game Sick of your sight Sick of your shape Sick of your spite I'm sick of your shade I'm sick of your lies Sick of your lazy Sick of your cries I'm sick of your crazy I wish I never ever met you Five years of mistakes I'll never undo I'm not your medicine or your tool Don't expect me to ever fix you

Who still here in 2021

I love the song ❤️💙❤️💙 nobody 2019?

This is what I have lived and survived for. Sub urban's music is just too good.

When I hear this song it just reminds me of my stepfather. I wish I could send him this without getting hit by him Love this song 💖💅✨

I want to send this to my plastic friend

Is it bad that this song reminds me of my currant crush-

I have been listening to this song on repeat

I always imagine me screaming some of this at my dad for the years of all the abuse with my mom and me. edit: I just was listening to it and my mind completely changed it now all of them yell this at me

The sick of your voice and stuff was my fav part UvU

This is something that i can listen to in any mood :))

I forgot how I love this song and im glad I found it somewhere in the youtube mix

I love this song every time I go past him in school I say those words all the time😅😂

I never thought i would ever meet someone who makes me relate to this song...why?...

The dislikes are the people who got sent this by a ‘friend’

I love the song

"I wish I never ever met you" That hit hard 😭

hey want a random paragraph here : Just exactly like Father if Father had known as much about it the night before I went out there as he did the day after I came back thinking Mad impotent old man who realized at last that there must be some limit even to the capabilities of a demon for doing harm, who must have seen his situation as that of the show girl, the pony, who realizes that the principal tune she prances to comes not from horn and fiddle and drum but from a clock and calendar, must have seen himself as the old wornout cannon which realizes that it can deliver just one more fierce shot and crumble to dust in its own furious blast and recoil, who looked about upon the scene which was still within his scope and compass and saw son gone, vanished, more insuperable to him now than if the son were dead since now (if the son still lived) his name would be different and those to call him by it strangers and whatever dragon’s outcropping of Sutpen blood the son might sow on the body of whatever strange woman would therefore carry on the tradition, accomplish the hereditary evil and harm under another name and upon and among people who will never have heard the right one; daughter doomed to spinsterhood who had chosen spinsterhood already before there was anyone named Charles Bon since the aunt who came to succor her in bereavement and sorrow found neither but instead that calm absolutely impenetrable face between a homespun dress and sunbonnet seen before a closed door and again in a cloudy swirl of chickens while Jones was building the coffin and which she wore during the next year while the aunt lived there and the three women wove their own garments and raised their own food and cut the wood they cooked it with (excusing what help they had from Jones who lived with his granddaughter in the abandoned fishing camp with its collapsing roof and rotting porch against which the rusty scythe which Sutpen was to lend him, make him borrow to cut away the weeds from the door-and at last forced him to use though not to cut weeds, at least not vegetable weeds -would lean for two years) and wore still after the aunt’s indignation had swept her back to town to live on stolen garden truck and out o f anonymous baskets left on her front steps at night, the three of them, the two daughters negro and white and the aunt twelve miles away watching from her distance as the two daughters watched from theirs the old demon, the ancient varicose and despairing Faustus fling his final main now with the Creditor’s hand already on his shoulder, running his little country store now for his bread and meat, haggling tediously over nickels and dimes with rapacious and poverty-stricken whites and negroes, who at one time could have galloped for ten miles in any direction without crossing his own boundary, using out of his meagre stock the cheap ribbons and beads and the stale violently-colored candy with which even an old man can seduce a fifteen-year-old country girl, to ruin the granddaughter o f his partner, this Jones-this gangling malaria-ridden white man whom he had given permission fourteen years ago to squat in the abandoned fishing camp with the year-old grandchild-Jones, partner porter and clerk who at the demon’s command removed with his own hand (and maybe delivered too) from the showcase the candy beads and ribbons, measured the very cloth from which Judith (who had not been bereaved and did not mourn) helped the granddaughter to fashion a dress to walk past the lounging men in, the side-looking and the tongues, until her increasing belly taught her embarrassment-or perhaps fear;-Jones who before ’61 had not even been allowed to approach the front of the house and who during the next four years got no nearer than the kitchen door and that only when he brought the game and fish and vegetables on which the seducer-to-be’s wife and daughter (and Clytie too, the one remaining servant, negro, the one who would forbid him to pass the kitchen door with what he brought) depended on to keep life in them, but who now entered the house itself on the (quite frequent now) afternoons when the demon would suddenly curse the store empty of customers and lock the door and repair to the rear and in the same tone in which he used to address his orderly or even his house servants when he had them (and in which he doubtless ordered Jones to fetch from the showcase the ribbons and beads and candy) direct Jones to fetch the jug, the two of them (and Jones even sitting now who in the old days, the old dead Sunday afternoons of monotonous peace which they spent beneath the scuppernong arbor in the back yard, the demon lying in the hammock while Jones squatted against a post, rising from time to time to pour for the demon from the demijohn and the bucket of spring water which he had fetched from the spring more than a mile away then squatting again, chortling and chuckling and saying `Sho, Mister Tawm’ each time the demon paused)-the two of them drinking turn and turn about from the jug and the demon not lying down now nor even sitting but reaching after the third or second drink that old man’s state of impotent and furious undefeat in which he would rise, swaying and plunging and shouting for his horse and pistols to ride single-handed into Washington and shoot Lincoln (a year or so too late here) and Sherman both, shouting, ‘Kill them! Shoot them down like the dogs they are!’ and Jones: ‘Sho, Kernel; sho now’ and catching him as he fell and commandeering the first passing wagon to take him to the house and carry him up the front steps and through the paintless formal door beneath its fanlight imported pane by pane from Europe which Judith held open for him to enter with no change, no alteration in that calm frozen face which she had worn for four years now, and on up the stairs and into the bedroom and put him to bed like a baby and then lie down himself on the floor beside the bed though not to sleep since before dawn the man on the bed would stir and groan and Jones would say, ‘flyer I am, Kernel. Hit’s all right. They aint whupped us yit, air they?’ this Jones who after the demon rode away with the regiment when the granddaughter was only eight years old would tell people that he ‘was lookin after Major’s place and niggers’ even before they had time to ask him why he was not with the troops and perhaps in time came to believe the lie himself, who was among the first to greet the demon when he returned, to meet him at the gate and say, ‘Well, Kernel, they kilt us but they aint whupped us yit, air they?’ who even worked, labored, sweat at the demon’s behest during that first furious period while the demon believed he could restore by sheer indomitable willing the Sutpen’s Hundred which he remembered and had lost, labored with no hope of pay or reward who must have seen long before the demon did (or would admit it) that the task was hopeless-blind Jones who apparently saw still in that furious lecherous wreck the old fine figure of the man who once galloped on the black thoroughbred about that domain two boundaries of which the eye could not see from any point.

I just want to send this to my friend, but... I love and hate her. She stabbed my heart and made me cry so much but... she was the one who brighten my days, I'm stuck.

Almost my whole class is toxic towards me because I'm Bisexual and I always listen to this song on the bus ride to school and back home-

Every time I’m mad at someone I hear this song 😭

Damn the song is awesome for break ups (anyone 2020)

If you are hearing this song in 2021 YOU ARE A LEGEND !!!

I'm sick of 2020

When I had a fight with my girlfriend and her entire friend group every time I saw her wanted to listen to this

I love this songg

I actually sang this when my boyfriend cheated on me.. and he burst into tears and cried harder and I walked 5 miles home refusing to even look at him when I left

*_im sick of school_*

“SICK OF YOUR SIGHT, SICK OF YOUR SHAPE, SICK OF YOUR SPITE, IM SICK OF THE SHADE” “IM SICK OF YOUR LIES, IM SICK OF YOUR LAZY, SICK OF YOUR CRIES, IM SICK OF YOUR CRAZY” Absolute fire

I want to send this to my friend so badly..

Who is 2022 still here? XD

this song reminds me of my ex-best friend, we were friend for five years, she made bad choices and she got us both in trouble. i was just so sick of her, but now i’m free. i love this song though, it lets me put my anger into words. love the video! have a nice day!

Why few likes? ☹️ this is a good song and lyrics video ☹️ PPL WHI READ THIS SHARE THE FLIPPING VIDEO!!!!! Plz

2021 want you need anything else from me

This song be singing in public with this video {ganna do it in the Mall screaming it😊🎁🧨}

I love this talented mans songs and this one is one my favorite songs out there

I wanna get rid of my anxiety so badly so I can finally confront my "bestfriend" infront of my whole class‼️

This song literally makes me happy about leaving my ex girlfriend i dont know why it just does. Sometimes i miss her but this song makes me get over her and plus it has been almost 4 months since our break up.

ESTOU CANSADA DA SUA VOZ, DE TUDO DE VOCÊ! 🙄💅✨

OMFG AFTER 3 YEARS I FINALLY FOUND THIS SONGGGGGGGGGGG

Love this

I LOVE THIS SONG

A moment of silence for those who have never heard this song. (I keep coming back, since it’s been out haha)

This is a masterpiece good job 👍

This song is so good

I wish I found this song sooner. I just started listening to sub urban and OMG is his songs are so good.

I LIKE THIS SONG!

Omfg I used to love this song😭💕

This is just fire🔥

I really like it i love it

The fact I'm in love with this song is it cuz I'm crazy to be heartbroken or I love sub urban's voice?

it’s one of my fav songs since 2020

This is an amazing song with so many things that you can understand and it fits any meme! I love this!!!

Me from 7 to 9 years my big bro ignored me. If I got in trouble with him he would be very rude and I got very at him so hearing this calms me and get flash backs. So when the song says I'm sick of your voice,face,choices,name,pleasure,pain,pressure & game that's how I felt. End of story. Bye

essa música mano----- eu sou a brasileira perdida

I love this 🥰 im sick of your Voice ✨

My friends asked me what's wrong I just said I was minding my own fucking business unlike them cause I didn't want to talk about it

This is my number 1 song because on my uncle he left my aunt when he had 2 kids and it hurts because there both little to young to understand that day I cried my self to sleep because he called me sweet while on the phone with my aunt I’m so SICK OF HIM he left a 3 year old and a 1 year old all alone and they don’t even know that he left……

this is really not my type of song that i can sing too, the dude singing has a very deep raspy voice and i really like it but i just can’t sing like that that just shows how talented he is, he has his own unique that tons of people for example me cant try.

Super comforting/relatable bc im literally sick of this one person (my ex-bff) who treated me and everyone like crap. im sick of it. so this is really comforting in a way 💖

I'VE WATCHED THIS VIDEO OVER FIVE TIMES-

siento que tengo a quien dedicarsela :)

Who's watching this song in 2021 btw happy new year . who is depressed and listening .me

I love this sm

dude i love the song i will always hear forever

I love this song tho 😌

I would sing this to anyone who I hate/who hates me

I listened to this when I was in a good place away from someone I didn't like. Now everytime I feel like I'm distancing from someone to get myself together I come to this exact video because it's left an impact on me and I love the feeling it gives me now.

I love this song 😌