Jeshi - Sick lyrics
[Jeshi - Sick lyrics]
Yeah, woah
Residue on my passport, ain't slowin' down
Security frisk me, quick pattin' down
Squat rave flyers, stayin' home
Pullin' teeth with the pliers
Wanna feel something? Stub a cig
Out on your thigh got a crooked teeth smile
Bait outside, feds will be here in a while
Middle of December, got chaos in a vile, shit
Another day, another "L
" I go throw 'em in the pile
Phone broke, all out of luck, morning
Throwin' up
Mephedrone rip my head open, go sew it up
Shit feel like I got punched in the face
On hold, got a problem processin' your claim
First feels like a bird away, nah
I ain't workin' late middle of the room
Watch the blue pill circulate
Screaming, "Fuck you" (Fuck you)
What would you prefer I say?
Think I'm gettin' sick of late nights
Sick of tryna sleep
Close the blinds from the light
Sick of seein' colours every time
I close my eyes sick of things goin' wrong
And never goin' right
Why they never goin' right?
Yeah, I'm sick of brake lights
Sick of small talk, cab driver, just drive
Sick of all the things that
Keep runnin' through my mind
What a sight for soar eyes
Sick of things goin' wrong
And never goin' right
Still buss a tinny on the way home
Still hit the corner shop for
Rizla and a fuego still bump the train
Some shit just don't change though
Back here again every weekend, it's the same
One loop on replay
Rat Race, 6AM, wakin' up flatmates
Just sold my soul for some dole
Pocket full of sand grains
One the neighbours hate
Did I make the flat shake?
Still got me on hold
Make my payment backdate
Inner-city blues got me here confused
Wearin' costumes like it's okay
So you never knew
Outside, nowhere to go nothing to do
Story of my life
Black Ford Focus comin' soon
Treat Prosecco like Dom P
Feel home hell with the zombies
Askin' life, "What you want from me?"
Gettin' close, you get further away
A bad day
Toilet line headin' straight outside
I gotta say
I'm gettin' sick of late nights
Sick of tryna sleep
Close the blinds from the light
Sick of seein' colours every time
I close my eyes sick of things goin' wrong
And never goin' right
Why they never goin' right?
Yeah, I'm sick of brake lights
Sick of small talk, cab driver, just drive
Sick of all the things that
Keep runnin' through my mind
Sight for soar eyes
Sick of things goin' wrong
And never goin' right
I'm gettin' sick of late nights
Sick of tryna sleep
Close the blinds from the light
Sick of seein' colours every time
I close my eyes sick of things goin' wrong
And never goin' right
Why they never goin' right?
Yeah, I'm sick of brake lights
Sick of small talk, cab driver, just drive
Sick of all the things that
Keep runnin' through my mind
Runnin' through my mind
Sick of things goin' wrong
And never goin' right, uh
Guess I'm never goin' right, uh? Yeah
Sight for soar eyes, what a sight
(What a sight) For sore eyes
(Kelvin Krash with the gas)
Residue on my passport, ain't slowin' down
Security frisk me, quick pattin' down
Squat rave flyers, stayin' home
Pullin' teeth with the pliers
Wanna feel something? Stub a cig
Out on your thigh got a crooked teeth smile
Bait outside, feds will be here in a while
Middle of December, got chaos in a vile, shit
Another day, another "L
" I go throw 'em in the pile
Phone broke, all out of luck, morning
Throwin' up
Mephedrone rip my head open, go sew it up
Shit feel like I got punched in the face
On hold, got a problem processin' your claim
First feels like a bird away, nah
I ain't workin' late middle of the room
Watch the blue pill circulate
Screaming, "Fuck you" (Fuck you)
What would you prefer I say?
Think I'm gettin' sick of late nights
Sick of tryna sleep
Close the blinds from the light
Sick of seein' colours every time
I close my eyes sick of things goin' wrong
And never goin' right
Why they never goin' right?
Yeah, I'm sick of brake lights
Sick of small talk, cab driver, just drive
Sick of all the things that
Keep runnin' through my mind
What a sight for soar eyes
Sick of things goin' wrong
And never goin' right
Still buss a tinny on the way home
Still hit the corner shop for
Rizla and a fuego still bump the train
Some shit just don't change though
Back here again every weekend, it's the same
One loop on replay
Rat Race, 6AM, wakin' up flatmates
Just sold my soul for some dole
Pocket full of sand grains
One the neighbours hate
Did I make the flat shake?
Still got me on hold
Make my payment backdate
Inner-city blues got me here confused
Wearin' costumes like it's okay
So you never knew
Outside, nowhere to go nothing to do
Story of my life
Black Ford Focus comin' soon
Treat Prosecco like Dom P
Feel home hell with the zombies
Askin' life, "What you want from me?"
Gettin' close, you get further away
A bad day
Toilet line headin' straight outside
I gotta say
I'm gettin' sick of late nights
Sick of tryna sleep
Close the blinds from the light
Sick of seein' colours every time
I close my eyes sick of things goin' wrong
And never goin' right
Why they never goin' right?
Yeah, I'm sick of brake lights
Sick of small talk, cab driver, just drive
Sick of all the things that
Keep runnin' through my mind
Sight for soar eyes
Sick of things goin' wrong
And never goin' right
I'm gettin' sick of late nights
Sick of tryna sleep
Close the blinds from the light
Sick of seein' colours every time
I close my eyes sick of things goin' wrong
And never goin' right
Why they never goin' right?
Yeah, I'm sick of brake lights
Sick of small talk, cab driver, just drive
Sick of all the things that
Keep runnin' through my mind
Runnin' through my mind
Sick of things goin' wrong
And never goin' right, uh
Guess I'm never goin' right, uh? Yeah
Sight for soar eyes, what a sight
(What a sight) For sore eyes
(Kelvin Krash with the gas)