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Sick Lyrics - Artist : Huskii
Brain numb when I lay back
Where I came from can't change that Been tripping lately I say that On suicide watch but I came back Body sick of them meds now Minds saying don't take ehm I just walk around with my head down I ain't gunna shake your hand cause I'm shakin Ain't talking to you are you talking to my girl Sick of fuckin living with these thoughts throughout my world Sick of always being sick thinkin I'm gunna hurl Sick of always laying on the floor up in a curl Sick of being depressed Always gotta wonder how much weed left Be stressed push a boat load like a v-tec Everybody dying swear I'm gunna be next He said she said And the wack rappers I don't listen to ehm They all telling themselves why are they whistleblowing If I want there fucking attention then ima whistle to ehm Say my name and I drop bombs throwin whistle to ehm Barbarian flow call it Conan I ain't got no friends I got no fam Blow grams so my head don't go scram I'm tryna get a grip I feel like I got no hands Fuck a stick 28 from the dope man Fuck a bitch get away you got no chance Want a misses n kid with a home and a dog in the backyard [?] If not, rest in peace to me Everything I do is taking a piece of me Everybody got a point there ain't no reasoning A fucked up brain, no one to blame I leave it be I don't mess around it just stress me out So I'm messed up now with that weed in me I don't want trouble but everybody that I know does always seemin to lead to me Trippin on my life cause I wrecked it I relate to my homies who necked it Too many days not phased but a maze I was faced with now I regret that Still tryna find where my heads at Still team huskii I rep that Still got cunts on the web tryna bite my shit like the faggots with redbacks My PO trippin on a drug test Bitches always hatin me she probably thinkin fuck yes Everytime I walk into her office wanna chuck fits Killin everybody cause I'm sick of bein fucked with Used to have to line up for soup bowls Bottle of purple sip it till I'm woozy Everybody around me sayin that I'm too cold put it on the paper now I spit it like an uzi And stickin to the script this shit is not a movie I'm too busy thinkin which one of my homies is gunna do me everybody tryna fuck me like a bitch who got a booty Send me to the pen, they wanna send me to the looney Been up been this way for ages Been through stages with pins and razors Sick of chasing shit to hit the matrix [?] |
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