Lyrics:
hold of this branch
With both hands, man, they don't understand I'm just a sick man
Now everybody's pissed at me like it's my fault
His name rhymes
So there was this DJ who was like kicking off
I don't know what he was doing
But it was sick man
Like, he was like
Hands in the air
The carelessness of our sanity – You will go transform in a sick man
Depression is the weakness of your vitality
Some people commit suicide because your minds left
place
Nothing changes
Only hatred on their face
I walk like a sick man
What if time is not healing?
And these words are burning
That's not what I want
So there was this DJ Who was like kicking off
I don't know what he was doing But it was sick man
Like he was like Hands in the air
And then this
Don't think about it - Do it
Don't talk about it - Do it
Do it, do it
Don't lie about it - Do it
Do it, do it
Talk about your sick man, so good
Don't think about it - do it
Don't talk about it - do it
Do it, do it
Don't lie about it - do it
Do it, do it
Talk about your sick man, so good you
image and looped up
Label got you suped up, telling you you sick
Man you a dick with a loose nut
Video hard to watch like Medusa
Even your club record
the small of your back
Yeah I know if I call in sick today
Boss man will have a heart attack
Yeah I knew it was over when she rolled over
And said baby
the 430 came back in a spaceship (damn)
And my whip game (game) is so sick man (yeah)
I double up every time I flip man (whoa)
Birds by the flocks, clips
got new diamonds, the chain, they choke
Watch too sick, man, my wrist got Ebola (sick)
You don't want smoke, you got asthma (smoke)
Slide in
the dark nights
Let me shine a little love light
Down on that blues man
He got so sick from speedin', all the things they said he was needin'
If he was
a ball, man
(You sick?)
No
(Hungry?)
No, man
I just had myself a whole mess of black-eyed peas and rice
(Long way, long way)
(See what I mean?)
Yo
This is a story
That you wouldn't believe
(Freshco made this)
Man, these bitches sick
These bitches sick
Man, these bitches sick
I swear these
they brainwashed you
Life is seen so cold and benign,
I don't want to be saved I'm next in line to die
Labeled sick, but I'm just a man, everyone I
on the court
Swishin and swishin and
That's my mission and I stay vigilant
Rain comes down
All in lover turned sycophant
So damn sick of it
Underdogs sick em man
apartheids
It's a song written about a man in a shanty town outside of Johannesburg
A man who's sick of looking down the barrel of white South Africa
A man
Can you still feel me or did I slip away
A sick man, a monster, broken still today
I can't explain what happens to me
Caught in the game I've
I am)
I can't believe ya got up in them pants
Sexy lady gon' do that dance (*breathing noises*)
Come on over when your sick of ya man
And we can
So there was this DJ Who was like kicking off
I don't know what he was doing But it was sick man
Like he was like Hands in the air
And then this
keep the Maggie on me like Homer
And I'm too sick man I'm spittin' out a coma
And I'm still lettin' the money pile like goma
And I smoke that kill,
a song written about a man in a shanty town outside of Johannesburg, a man who's sick of looking down the barrel of white South Africa, a man who is
It's a song written about a man in a shantytown outside of Johannesburg
A man who's sick of looking down the barrel of white South Africa
A man who is
They said they've got the cure for my ailment
They don't know I'm a sick sick man
Blindly led along by the raindrops
Pass the lantern we'll uncover
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