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letra de s!ck - milkavelli

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[milkavelli]

i’m sick, ay, sh-t

i’m sick of being too sick at rapping
spliff bigger than a thriller alb-m
talking sh-t, but don’t know sh-t about it
the aura of this pinky ring surrounds him
make a wish while p-ssing in the fountain
river stinks, i’m on the fishing outing
giant eye in the middle of the mountain

i’m sick of lean, i’m sick of xan
sippin’ lean, and sniffin’ xan
i dip the team in different brands
just slip my feet in to these vans
intervene with dinner plans
eat linguini with my hands
sniff some ether on this strip in vegas
then i did a tweet on instagram

i’m sick of being too ill at everything
sick of sippin’ all this flippin’ medicine
i’m in italy, i’m eating venison
sitting in the corner, looking menacing
laigon living, yes i’ve been a [?]
easy me and sleazy barely eat anythin’
i’m the man of the millenium
greatest mystery, i’ll brick a pellican

i’m sick of being sick of this
living in this ignant bliss
i’m sick of being sick as sh-t
i’m sick of being sick of sh-t
i’m sick of me, i’m sick of you
why so sick, i wish i knew
i’m sick of winter with a flu
i’m sick like it’s some sh-t to do

[repeat]

[lee scott]

i’m sick of you not being as sick as me
trippin’, singin’, stopped me on the k!lling spree
that’s not [?] on the christmas tree
sippin’ dom p religiously
like don’t watch me, i’m a visionary
with cyclopes seeing ability
these god feelings are filling me
my studio is a top secret facility

i’m sick of me i’m sick of you
i’m sick of needing things to do
you think i’m growing up, because i’m sober
but my inner demon’s sniffing glue
i found the hidden meanings in the clue
christmas eve i went trick or treating with the crew
i’m the boss, i didn’t pay the cost
i didn’t need an interview

i’m sick of life, i’m sick of death
i spit this in a single breath
i’m sick of itching for a cigarette
so i flick this sh-t and pirouette
brb, laa, give’s’a sec
it’s clear as sin, from the silhoette
bucket hat, fishing vest
catfishin’ with the internet

i’m sick of being sick of this
living in this ignant bliss
i’m sick of being sick as sh-t
i’m sick of being sick of sh-t
i’m sick of me, i’m sick of you
why so sick, i wish i knew
i’m sick of winter with a flu
i’m sick like it’s some sh-t to do

[repeat]

- milkavelli

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