Songtext zu Sick Boi, Pt. 2
Sick boi, sick boi, allopathic script boi
Pathogenic, schizophrenic, call a medic quick boi
Quick boi, quick boi, just wanna scratch the itch boi
Agoraphobic, multi-courses on it, I'm that sick boi
Nothing to lose, nothing to win or to prove
Nothing but hoes in my shoes
Nothing but nothing, I'm hustling, bustling Pain is a paradox, I didn't choose
Nothing but truth, nothing but fire in the booth
Nothing that you could do, I couldn't do
Nothing that you could do better, forget all the others, I'm aiming at you
Psychotoxic, Diagnostic, chatasthropic news
[?]
Cytotoxic, diagnostic, catastrophic news
Since I got sick, no for one, the pain it comes in twos
Pathotonic, antipsychotic, speedo blockers, antibiotics Watch the clock tick, pick the lock pick, quick let's dip, get loose
Wait for a minute, I'm struggling with it
I'm doubling down and I'm doubling digits
I live it, I live with the pain and forgive it
Cause bitterness eats you alive when you're in it
I miss it, then flip it, thеn rip off the script
It is fitting that I have been screaming at dеmons that visit
I'm feeling so rigid, I lean on religion
But God sits there laughing, I'm burning my bridges
Car crash, whiplash, ambulance, body bags
Zip back, it's a game of circumstance
Wrong turn, everything can all collapse
Get burned, back inside the relapse
Cracks, they stack back to back And I'm back on my back inside the counter attack
Pop Prozac, knock it back Wash it down and relax, and that's that
Subtract, collapse, react, adapt
(Oh, getting lost, money, money, money
Oh, getting to the top like I got nothing to lose, yeah
Like I got nothing to lose, lose, lose, lose
Oh, getting lost, money, money, money
Oh, getting to the top like I got nothing to lose, yeah
Like I got nothing to lose, lose, lose
Getting lost, money like a drug)
Once upon a time, a time that was not long ago
There lived a boy inside his mind
Sometimes a thought would overflow and grow and grow
Until they blinded the boy, he decomposed
And if you read between the lines of his story, you will know
That there is method to his madness Prerequisite for his sadness
For there must be catalysts which exist to explain his status
Extract it and look right at it
His panic was formed in fragments that happened from lack of passion
Attacking his hippocampus
Back to the story where the story begins
There was a boy, he was confused by the world that he lived in
A world where profit is religion and to knock it is sin
A world where profit spread the word of putting profit over kin
Sink or swim, blood it is thicker than
Money and dividend, secret thick skin
See it for what it is, resist and take a hit on the chin
Anti-capitalist, a rationalist, a war, it shall begin
On the greedy who mislead the people, it starts from within
In, in, are you in it to win? Or are you in it for a purpose that exists outside your skin? When you're in it, is it worthless to resist, begin again
Are you screaming on the surface, are you like me, are you in?
Oh, getting lost, money, money, money
Oh, getting to the top like I got nothing to lose, yeah
Like I got nothing to lose
It's done, it's done, it's done, it's done
Oh, getting lose, money, money, money
Oh, getting to the top like I got nothing to lose, yeah
Like I got nothing to lose, lose Lose, lose
Oh, getting lost, money, money, money
Oh, getting to the top like I got nothing to lose, yeah
Like I got nothing to lose, lose
Getting lots of money is like a job
It's done
It's done
It's done
It's done
Ren - Sick Boi, Pt. 2 Songtext
zu Sick Boi, Pt. 2 von Ren - Sick Boi, Pt. 2 Lyrics Ren - Sick Boi, Pt. 2 Text Ren - Sick Boi, Pt. 2 Tekst piosenki Sick Boi, Pt. 2 Ren Sick Boi, Pt. 2 LiedtextNoch keine Übersetzung vorhanden.
Video zum Sick Boi, Pt. 2
▶
▶
