Testo Sick - Bladee

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
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