Sick (Explicit) - Bladee

Still sick still sick

Still sick

Still sick still sick

Still sick

Still sick

Still sick still sick

Still sick

Twelve grams in the zip

Us we don't mix

Triple 6 for my wrist

Blood on my lips

I can't stand I'm a sit

I was broke now I'm fixed

Black skies ever since

I won't buy won't be missed

From the rain to the snow going in

I am sick I'm not seen

I don't know what I think

I can't see anything

Call my friends give me wings

Sg drain who are we

Don't get lost in the s**t

I don't want to be seen

Still sick still sick

Still sick

Still sick still sick

Still sick

Still sick

Still sick still sick

Still sick

Twelve grams in the 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 the zip

Us we don't mix

Triple 6 for my wrist

Blood on my lips