Sick With It

Got no dough, but I’m rolling up that paper

Don’t mind if I do, no I don't need no chaser

I gotta go on in a minute, who else you know do shit like me?

I’m so sick with it I’m sickening

Ooh I think they like me, they really like me they love me

Let it go all to my head let me get carried away I’m buggin

I got time, I got time, I got time

You don’t know what it’s like to live this life of mine

I’m sick on the beat, can’t touch us

Got that shit that make you nervous

On god, we gon’ be abroad

On a world tour, smoking blunts on a brand new tour bus