Sick Lyrics
- Genre:Alternative
- Year of Release:2023
Lyrics
Too sick got a flu from my fit
Two slits on me its nothing
Paper bag on my head I'm not him
Two phones on me cut the SIM
Too sick got a flu from my fit
Two slits on me its nothing
Paper bag on my head I'm not him
Two phones on me cut the SIM
Yea you know I never shop at the mall
Only because I'm too shy at the mall
Never do no sports but I ball
Smoking strong but I smell like Menthol
I-I-I cant even understand what I'm saying
Wake up and I just start pretending
White lights everytime I'm in an alley
Can't help it but just pretend that I'm Presley
Too sick got a flu from my fit
Two slits on me its nothing
Paper bag on my head I'm not him
Two phones on me cut the SIM
Too sick got a flu from my fit
Two slits on me its nothing
Paper bag on my head I'm not him
Two phones on me cut the SIM