Still sick, still sick, still sick
Still sick, still sick
Still sick, still sick
Still sick, still sick
Still sick, twelve grams in a zip
Us, we dont mix
Triple six for my wrist
Blood on my lips
I cant stand, Ima sit
I was broke, now Im fixed
Black skies ever since
I hope I wont be missed
From the rain to the snow, going in
I am sick, Im not sane
I dont know what I think
I cant see anything
Call my friends, give me wings
SG, Drain Gang who Im with
Dont get lost in this shit
I dont want to be seen
Still sick, still sick, still sick
Still sick, still sick
Still sick, still sick
Still sick, still sick
Still sick, twelve grams in a zip
Us, we dont mix
Triple six for my wrist
Blood on my lips
Still sick, still sick, still sick
Still sick, still sick
Still sick, still sick
Still sick, still sick
Still sick, twelve grams in a zip
Us, we dont mix
Triple six for my wrist
Blood on my lips