Sick ft. Nees Lyrics

Oh Lord have mercy

I ain't trying to beg but I'm getting pretty thirsty

So tired, showing up sick on work a day

Aye, I just quit a week before my birthday

Made sure my shirt straight, on my best behavior in the workplace

Like Ritalin addicted kids in a church play

I ain't a savior

Boy you can't pray away that hurricane later

Boy you can't swim through that hurricane later

Got my wind breaker but the rafts gone

Middle of the ocean and still feeling land locked

Workaholic, the worst posture at the laptop

Hit a hat trick slapshot jackpot

Smoking that shamrock

I don't care about orbit it's a planet we trying to land on

Hats off, building up and we different

I ain't no pimping

Why we tripping

Hard to find, hard lines, hard times

But I gotta get what's mine

Trying to make the stars align, trying visualize

Heart and vision, just some scripture

Change it up without the liquor

Yeah, cause that shit always end up bitter

Big hitter, big figure

Yeah winner winner

The dice have been littered

Sip liquor, sick liver

Sick of the whisper

Killing time I got my finger open the trigger

That's where I'm aiming the gun

Stay away till kingdom come

Like we'll never say we're done

I everything I have ain't enough

To that I just huff, light this blunt ,man, puff puff

Running out of time

Can't afford to blow this high

Ahead of our time

Think I got way too high

It's all just a matter of time, as a matter of fact

I'm sick and tired, trying to buy time

Got no dimes, but I got a couple reasons, I got a couple rhymes

Lost track of time trying to describe this high

Still sick in the head way ahead of the time

Congratulations

Good Vibrations

Stand off, talking shit that's easy to laugh off

It's hard to hear it when they standing in a backdrop

They gon' give me shade while remake the game in the sandbox

I don't cast stones it's a trash toss

Fans thought they bought a genies lamp but it was really a spilled crackpot

What did they expect knock-knocking on the bottles that was half off

We been on the shelf like afterthoughts

Trying to get my foot in the door homies what's with the padlock

Take a snapshot, about to tag my name on the wall in all caps lock

Rap the whole album outside shooting dice with my pants off

Good weed, bad cough

All day, all night till someone takes their hat off

Fuck it

Imma chop down a sycamore tree just to see what it lands on

Rolling, yeah, bitch I'm floating

I ain't never changing my ways

Running back through the maze, I heard it's better for that graze

Blaze and set my pace, embrace the pain

Cause I'm trying to find my place

Chase the ace, never leave a trace

Grace on my name

Running through the blame

Just trying to give back to the game

More than shit you proclaim

More than making my family hall of fame

Yeah, more than the reclaim

I don't know where I stand

While you sit up in the stands

Close my eyes and I see where I am

Lost in a high I don't understand

Lost in time like the sand

Lost in the brand, expand lose my mind

One day at a time

I'll forget about the high

I'll forget about the reasons

Yeah

I'll forget about the high, I'll forget about the reasons why

Running out of time

Can't afford to blow this high

Ahead of our time

Think I got way too high

It's all just a matter of time, as a matter of fact

I'm sick and tired, trying to buy time

Got no dimes, but I got a couple reasons, I got a couple rhymes

Lost track of time trying to describe this high

Still sick in the head way ahead of the time

Congratulations

Good Vibrations

I'm sick as fuck

I'm tired of waiting

Insomnia, sleep deprivation

Some nausea, I'm also wasted

Congratulations

Good Vibrations