Testo Sick - Play
Testo della canzone Sick (Play), tratta dall'album Project Play
Mando made the track, so you know we 'bout to turn up
Why am I me? Who could I be? I'ma blast on 'em
You take a flick, you get a pic, it'll last longer
'Cause this is sick, sick, sick, sick, sick
You know what it is, sick, sick, sick
Why am I me? Who could I be? I'ma blast on 'em
You take a flick, you get a pic, it'll last longer
'Cause this is sick, sick, sick, sick, sick
You know what it is, sick, sick, sick
Make it, baby, don't think I could take it, maybe they hate the lady
Safe to say she don't need a Superman cape to safety
Harambe, she take the baby
She birth the kid, oh, that just gon' hurt the kid
Fall back, then you skirt and dip
I ball out, I be first to hit, so I wanna be evil, hurt the kid
I ain't just actin' like a jerk, but yes, I'm workin' just
Don't forget details, I'm over the edge, now it need rails
It's over your head, but I leave trails
Probably misread how the G felt
Not a book, have a look, this a peace show
That's it, I admit, I don't need help
I don't need girls, all up in my marathon
See, girl, you got the ass and the hair, come on
I'ma creep, probably stare too long
I got a chair comin' here, come on
Stay ready, that can't be fair for long
This a fiasco, I dare you song
Life is not fair and I carry on
What?
What, you scared you won't?
Enough, enough and I don't care who won't
'Cause a flow like this get you carried home
If you blow like this then you bury bombs
I'ma go like this, do the Barry Bonds
You gon' need medicine, we all out like lettuce in
I ain't never been to pepperin' but I'm steppin' in
No chicken scratch, no paper sand
Do you see your fears on the screen with Kim?
We facin' our fears, play to be loud
It's been missin', basin' for years
Rude, thaw, fitness, thang
You just gon' have to face it, my dear
I need real shit, ka-booyah
I chase it with spheres
I found that I drown shit
You would think that Jason was nearer
I found that I'm soundin'
Like this the flow I been chasin', it's here
Play is a cure
Raps don't lie like the way some Shakira
I look in the mirror
I don't really see what they scared of
You call your oldies and stare at cuss
That's alright, but I'm the type
To bring up the day I was tearin' up
Rip me in pieces, it tear me up
Tell me why when they don't share enough
It tear me up, it tear me up
Why am I me? Who could I be?
I'ma blast on 'em
You take a flick, you get a pic
It'll last longer
'Cause this is sick, sick, sick, sick, sick
You know what it is
Sick, sick, sick
Why am I me? Where could I be? I'ma blast on 'em (blast, blast)
You take a flick, you get a pic, better last longer
'Cause this is sick, sick, sick, sick, sick
You know what it is, sick, sick, sick
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