S!CK

Lyrics
[Milkavelli] I'm sick, ay, shit I'm sick of being too sick at rapping Spliff bigger than a thriller album Talking shit, but don't know shit about it The aura of this pinky ring surrounds him Make a wish while pissing in the fountain River stinks, I'm on the fishing outing Giant eye in the middle of the mountain I'm sick of lean, I'm sick of Xan Sippin' lean, and sniffin' Xan I dip the team in different brands Just slip my feet in to these Vans Intervene with dinner plans Eat linguini with my hands Sniff some ether on this strip in Vegas Then I did a tweet on Instagram I'm sick of being too ill at everything Sick of sippin' all this flippin' medicine I'm in Italy, I'm eating venison Sitting in the corner, looking menacing Laigon living, yes I've been a [?] Easy me and Sleazy barely eat anythin' I'm the man of the millenium Greatest mystery, I'll brick a pellican I'm sick of being sick of this Living in this ignant bliss I'm sick of being sick as shit I'm sick of being sick of shit I'm sick of me, I'm sick of you Why so sick, I wish I knew I'm sick of winter with a flu I'm sick like it's some shit to do [repeat] [Lee Scott] I'm sick of you not being as sick as me Trippin', singin', stopped me on the killing spree That's not beak on the christmas tree Sippin' Dom P religiously Like don't watch me, I'm a visionary With cyclopes seeing ability These god feelings are filling me My studio is a top secret facility I'm sick of me I'm sick of you I'm sick of needing things to do You think I'm growing up, because I'm sober But my inner demon's sniffing glue I found the hidden meanings in the clue Christmas eve I went trick or treating with the crew I'm the boss, I didn't pay the cost I didn't need an interview I'm sick of life, I'm sick of death I spit this in a single breath I'm sick of itching for a cigarette So I flick this shit and pirouette BRB, laa, give's'a sec It's clear as sin, from the silhoette Bucket hat, fishing vest Catfishin' with the internet I'm sick of being sick of this Living in this ignant bliss I'm sick of being sick as shit I'm sick of being sick of shit I'm sick of me, I'm sick of you Why so sick, I wish I knew I'm sick of winter with a flu I'm sick like it's some shit to do [repeat]
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Credits
- Writers
- Lee Scott
- Milkavelli