Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Sick in the Head , by - Peaches. Song from the album Rub, in the genre ИндиRelease date: 24.09.2015
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: I U She
Song language: English
Sick in the Head |
| Rolling up on attitude and puffin' my chest |
| Going out you haven’t seen the worst of me yet |
| They call me a threat say I aim to test |
| I call it as I see it fuck that cheap rhetoric |
| Ooh ah, ooh ah, go back to bed |
| Ooh ah, ooh, you’re sick in the head |
| Ooh ah, ooh ah, go back to bed |
| Ooh ah, ooh, you’re sick in the head |
| Every bead of sweat is gonna rip base |
| Every deal is dirty get a grip mace |
| Put in your place, soot in your face |
| Piling up the power pick it up pick the pace |
| Ooh ah, ooh ah, go back to bed |
| Ooh ah, ooh, you’re sick in the head |
| Ooh ah, ooh ah, go back to bed |
| Ooh ah, ooh, you’re sick in the head |
| Hey, hey, hey, hey |
| Hey, hey, hey, hey |
| Hey, hey, hey, hey |
| Hey, hey, hey, hey |
| Rolling up on attitude and puffin' my chest |
| Going out you haven’t seen the worst of me yet |
| They call me a threat say I aim to test |
| I call it as I see it fuck that cheap rhetoric |
| Ooh ah, ooh ah, go back to bed |
| Ooh ah, ooh, you’re sick in the head |
| Ooh ah, ooh ah, go back to bed |
| Ooh ah, ooh, you’re sick in the head |
| I could never understand the trust in politicians, boring |
| They say lead but mission always lead itself to shitty whoring |
| You could go into performing, better than the lives destroying |
| I beg you to think, imploring, cuz i know your head is sick |
| I could never understand the trust in politicians, boring |
| They say lead but mission always lead itself to shitty whoring |
| You could go into performing, better than the lives destroying |
| I beg you to think, imploring, cuz i know your head is sick |
| Hey, hey, hey, hey |
| I know your head is sick |
| Hey, hey, hey, hey |
| I know your head is sick |
| Hey, hey, hey, hey |
| I know your head is sick |
| Hey, hey, hey, hey |
| I know your head is sick |
| Every bead of sweat is gonna rip base |
| Every deal is dirty get a grip mace |
| Put in your place, soot in your face |
| Piling up the power pick it up pick the pace |
| Ooh ah, ooh ah, go back to bed |
| Ooh ah, ooh, you’re sick in the head |
| Ooh ah, ooh ah, go back to bed |
| Ooh ah, ooh, you’re sick in the head |
| Oooh, go back to bed |
| Oooh, sick in the head |
| Oooh, go back to bed |
| Oooh, sick in the head |
| Oooh |
| Oooh |