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• Artiste: Drippin So Pretty
• Titre: Too Sick
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They say that I'm too sick, yeah Skress They say that I'm too sick, yeah They say that I'm too sick I be going crazy, got them thinking that I'm stupid Know I got 'em mad, but I'm not worried, I got two glicks Stompin' on they necks, I think it's probably 'cause my shoes Rick I could be so foolish, yeah, yeah Oh my God, couldn't help a broken heart You think I'm a superstar, fell into my fucking arms Tattoo over all my scars, wouldn't think I'd make it far Always gotta play my cards, but I never play it smart, oh (Let's go) Look in my eyes and you see that they're so emotionless I lost my friend and now I see what my emotion is My diamonds wet, it's like they came from where the ocean is I'm in the car where there's a trunk up where the motor is I got a .40 and I tell my bitch to load the clip She's sitting next to me, that's right where my extendo is You'll look inside my chest and you gon' see what broken is I never pray, but know I should, I got a lot of sins They say that I'm too sick I be going crazy, got them thinking that I'm stupid Know I got 'em mad, but I'm not worried, I got two glicks Stompin' on they necks, I think it's probably 'cause my shoes Rick I could be so foolish, hey-yeah Oh my God, couldn't help a broken heart You think I'm a superstar, fell into my fucking arms Tattoo over all my scars, wouldn't think I'd make it far Always gotta play my cards, but I never play it smart Grab me by my shirt and bring me closer I'ma try my best, I gotta show her Swervin' in that coupe, don't need a chauffeur Say your heart is cold, but mine is colder When I met you I was blacked out I remember you because you made me wanna act out They be on my phone, I think it's 'cause I got a bag now Shooter in the back, I swear my boy finna spaz out Know we boutta crash out They say that I'm too sick I be going crazy, got them thinking that I'm stupid Know I got 'em mad, but I'm not worried, I got two glicks Stompin' on they necks, I think it's probably 'cause my shoes Rick I can be so foolish, hey-yeah