not judging you But look at yourself, just look at her [Chorus] She's got a sickness now, and she can't slow down She's got a sickness now, and she
all I can do to assure him When he comes to me, I drip for him tonight Drowned in me, we bathe under blue light His face in my dreams seizes my guts He floods
a kid from the Bronx If you love hip-hop you might have heard my shit once Or maybe twice or like thirteen thousand times I'm sick of it myself, I'm
' sucked up into the black hole Young becomes old, mighty clouds roll Unfold the scrolls that were foretold, by the forefathers The end of the world saga, streets flooded
free, free You ain't even on the same league, league From the sky to (House parties) Sippin' martinis under the (Palm trees) You can light it up, up Sick
you ain't even on the same league league From the sky to (house parties) Sippin martinis under the (palm trees) You can light it up up Sick ceiling leave
me, girl I smell like money See, that's what they don't understand To me it was always get money or die I come up under Birdman the Number One Stunner
or wrong you'll be gone Well I've heard it all before and I'm tired of the lies I've tried I won't compromise You're a thousand miles away draining under my flooded
, king of applause (yay!) beats the garbage flood for ten(?), porn king of newyork, alley punk perv scum, waddle on the voyage of the vouyer, six four sick
I tell 'em...... ah fuck it, yo I pull the elephant tranq out of my neck, gaffle a tank, count up the chips, wrastle the fangs off of my fist, flood
' flicks Last week, my video dropped and you was sick Last week, I copped my lil' shorty some kicks That cost twenty nine hundred, homie you don't want it My ears stay flooded
' soul was sold Under mistletoe and the glistening snow Kissing in the shadow of abandoned saviors So I shall conjure thee Demons of the netherworld The air was sick
I've forgotten who i am im sick and weak and fresh from sleep i crawl from a crooked bed with dirty feet and shaky hands the numbers on the clock read
was vaginal, I could smell the dooch powder Summer's Eve, I drop degrees chill Come four by four, lose one like Dru Hill Stay fly till you air sick, now
to fight to cure sickness But I can't cure sickness with sewage all around These germs kill people quicker than I can cure them We need a foundation under
smell me girl, I smell like money See, that's what they don't understand, to me, it was always get money or die I come up under Birdman, Number One Stunna
it wont go so just snap out of it bro and just go spit some grammar that gets some payment you know some dumb shit under the banner of entertainment. Cause im sick
