Bladee - Sick lyrics

[Bladee - Sick lyrics]

Still sick, still sick, still sick
Still sick, still sick
Still sick, still sick
Still sick, still sick

Still sick, twelve grams in a zip, us
We don't mix
Triple 6 for my wrist, blood on my lips

I can't stand, I'ma sit, I was broke
Now I'm fixed
Black skies eversince
I hope I won't be missed
From the rain to the snow
Going in, I am sick
I'm not sane
I don't know what I think
I can't see anything
Call my friends, give me
Wings, SG, Drain Gang
Who I'm with
Don't get lost in this shit
I don't want to be sick

Still sick, still sick, still sick
Still sick, still sick
Still sick, still sick
Still sick, still sick

Still sick, twelve grams in a zip, us
We don't mix
Triple 6 for my wrist, blood on my lips

Still sick, still sick, still sick
Still sick, still sick
Still sick, still sick
Still sick, still sick

Still sick, twelve grams in a zip, us
We don't mix
Triple 6 for my wrist, blood on my lips

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