ILL Lyrics
- Genre:Electronic
- Year of Release:2024
Lyrics
I hope you get a little sick when you see my face
Do you see this sickness that I have to taste?
Please speak your distaste to my face
There isn't any more time of mine for you to waste
I'm tired tryna win the fucking race
All they wanna do is take my place
Yea, what's the point of playing this fucking game?
All they wanna do is take my place
Ill, ill, ill
I make my enemies so ill, ill, ill
I make the haters so ill, ill, ill
I make my exes so ill, ill, ill
Smoking pot until I'm ill, ill, ill
I make my enemies so ill, ill, ill
I make the haters so ill, ill, ill
I make my exes so ill, ill, ill
Smoking pot until I'm ill
I'm tired tryna win the fucking race
All they wanna do is take my place
Yea, what's the point of playing this fucking game?
All they wanna do is take my place
Ill, ill, ill
I make my enemies so ill, ill, ill
I make the haters so ill, ill, ill
I make my exes so ill, ill, ill
Smoking pot until I'm ill, ill, ill
I make my enemies so ill, ill, ill
I make the haters so ill, ill, ill
I make my exes so ill, ill, ill
Smoking pot until I'm ill