Sick کے بول

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 six for my wrist Blood on my lips I can't stand, I'ma sit I was broke, now I'm fixed Black skies ever since 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 (SG, Drain Gang who I'm with) Don't get lost in this shit (Don't get lost) 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 a zip Us, we don't mix Triple six 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 six for my wrist Blood on my lips