Whitearmor - Sick lyrics

[Hook:] Still sick, Still sick Still sick Still sick, still sick Still sick Still sick Still sick, Still sick [Verse 1:] Still sick Twelve grams in the zip Us we don't mix Triple 6 for my wrist Blood on my lips I can't stand I'ma sit I was broke now I'm fixed Black skies ever since I hope I, won't be missed From the rain to the snow going in I am sick I'm a sin I don't know what I think

I can't see anything Call my friends, give me wings SG Drain who I'm with Don't get lost in the sh** I don't want to be sick [Hook + Verse 1] Still sick, Still sick Still sick Still sick, still sick Still sick Still sick Still sick, still sick Still sick Twelve grams in the zip Us we don't mix Triple 6 for my wrist Blood on my lips (Harmonized Vocals)