SO SICK (Bonus Track) ft. Prince G Lyrics

Who is this

Sully

I think I just broke my chin

Demons in my brain

Driving me insane

Swerving out my lane

I hide all my pain

Right under the surface

'Cause if they could see it it'd make them nervous

I close my eyes

Lay my down to sleep

Pray my demons don't get hold of me

They still creeping on me

40 I keep one on me

You say it's dangerous but fuck it imma do it watch me

Don't even try to stop me

Don't fuck with anybody

Sometimes I get so high that life seems like it's kinda choppy

There's demons in my body

I feel like Mr.Crowley

But it's all ok 'cause I know all of my homies got me

Know all of my homies got me

Now I know the time's upon me

Put me in a chair an flip me upside down and pour it on me

Even if you try to stop me I know my boy Oli got me

My crew so tight we like Motely

Your girl so loose she so naughty

Someone fucking start the party

Music on Playboi Carti

Last time we were this fucked up I think was at my bachelor party

So put that shit on repeat

My boy Kayne on the beat

He be bringing the heat

Got Posty Crocs on my feet

I get in bad moods

I get in sad moods

I wear my pain right on my skin I call them tattoos

I'm going past you

Bitch I'd be glad to

You acting crazy but you know that you don't have to

I may be right I may be wrong

Realizing something I knew all along

Pain in my lyrics in all of my songs

Run up on me then you got me all wrong

Baby I'm trying but I'm not that strong

Maybe I'm lying but just play along

Maybe I'm dying and that's terrifying but I am not buying the shit you were lying

Oh you were lying

Lying

I'm the prince so I need me a crown

Sipping Henny too much I might drown

If I hit this bitch I gotta keep it quiet 'cause she might be the talk of the town

She tell me that she loving my sound

Cover her mouth 'cause she loud

Link up with Sully you know that we blowing might fuck around and smoke a pound

Getting so faded lately call up the shorty I greet her like baby

You better never try to play me

I'm thinking 'bout you on the daily

You making me look like I'm crazy

But you the one that's getting wavy

I'm just trying to score like Tracy McGrady

So tell what's up

What is it you trying to do 'cause

I been chilling at the new ma

Peter Piper what she blew I'm

So sick but don't got the flu

I'm so sick but don't got the flu

Oh yeah yeah

Goodbye dude

Goodbye