Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Sickness , by - iann dior. Song from the album I'm Gone, in the genre ПопRelease date: 11.06.2020
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: TenThousand Projects
Song language: English
Sickness |
| I can never get a break from it, no, woah |
| Now everyone’s the same, like a sickness to my brain |
| I won’t let 'em get me, I won’t sell my soul |
| I’ma let 'em hear my pain, sell it for a Patek wrist |
| Bitch, I’m rich, yeah |
| I can never get a break from it, no, woah |
| Now everyone’s the same, like a sickness to my brain |
| I won’t let 'em get me, I won’t sell my soul |
| I’ma let 'em hear my pain, sell it for a Patek wrist |
| Bitch, I’m rich, yeah |
| Search for my heart, you can’t find it |
| I feel alone in the room |
| I’m feelin' overconsumed |
| So I’ma take more of the shrooms |
| 'Cause that bitch gon' bring me my doom (Yeah-yeah, yeah) |
| Pourin' up (Yeah-yeah, woah), rollin' up, yeah (Yeah) |
| Pourin' up (Yeah-yeah, woah), rollin' up, yeah (Yeah) |
| I hit the dash, vroom |
| V12, I’m swervin' the coupe, uh |
| And then she hittin' the roof (Roof) |
| Nigga, I came out the blue (Yeah) |
| So I be covered in blue faces (Woo) |
| Bitches gon' pick and they choose (Yeah, yeah) |
| Money on me, change the mood crazy (Woo) |
| I do not know how to lose (Yeah) |
| Tryna get, get back |
| Baby, don’t try that |
| All you lil' niggas tryna ride wave |
| I can never let that happen, so I’m comin' on, ooh, I’ma switch plays |
| I was on the setback, tryna get my nut off, now that I got that, |
| I’ma switch lanes |
| You can never get that, dummy lil' bitch |
| Leave her on seen (She been hittin' me for days) |
| I can never get a break from it, no, woah |
| Now everyone’s the same, like a sickness to my brain |
| I won’t let 'em get me, I won’t sell my soul |
| I’ma let 'em hear my pain, sell it for a Patek wrist |
| Bitch, I’m rich, yeah |
| I can never get a break from it, no, woah |
| Now everyone’s the same, like a sickness to my brain |
| I won’t let 'em get me, I won’t sell my soul |
| I’ma let 'em hear my pain, sell it for a Patek wrist |
| Bitch, I’m rich, yeah |