SICK

I feel, I feel, I feel
You make me sick and that's the shit
I'll never quit you make me sick
Lit cigarette
As addicting as the first day I put my Lips on you (fuck)
I don't wanna know no one
It's all the feds
I'm paranoid and I think I'm up next
I'm afraid I won't see another
Day of light

Shawty smell burnt like a cigarette
Torch the place down with the flame From a bic and yet
I still feel hopeless with all this shit
I don't wanna die yet
I hadn't made up my mind yet
Purgatory still on my mindset
And your sorry yea well I bet
You're just taking advice from your friends
So armor up (suit up)
My clothes smell like cigarette smoke
There are still days where I hope
My lungs have bullet holes
So tar me up and hold me close

I think that I'm dead or dying
Oxygen is limited and so is gravity
You make me sick
Won't let me live
Just take the edge off of the tip
Might as well just have another sip