S.T.M.S.

You make me sick to my stomach
I could feel like I can die any moment this is on it
Walk around crazy and hazy

I'm like sick to my stomach
I feel like im vomit
I feel like im zoning
4 o'clock in the morning
Gas comes imported
And I don't talk to no informants
I know they stay sedated moving dormant
Paranoia setting in-in
I don't trust a lot of niggas opinions
They love you just when you winning
You down I see them grinning
I know that this aint easy, but please be squeegee not greasy

I don't play for piece of mind
Unless the pieces was needed
Just call me when its time to see him
A nigga came up off G'n, Shit got hot they see him
Gotta sit down all for a B M
They lock you down for the 10
I move from harbor to 10
And where I'm from they do whatever and that
That medicine town
You gotta flip whatever around
Its like i'm selling two for one, I gotta double it out

Its like the devil in the details
Demons in your emails
Leave your head spinning like Sprewells
What you really want
Want the money or the life
We could get it right
We could get it right, aye
Its like the devil in the details
Demons in your emails
Nigga fuck around and leave your head spinning Sprewells

You make me sick to my stomach
I feel like im vomit
I feel I can die any moment this is on it
Walk around crazy and hazy
Walk around crazy and hazy
I'm like sick to my stomach
I feel like im vomit
I feel like im zoning
4 o'clock in the morning
Walk around crazy and hazy
Walk around crazy and hazy

Its like the devil in the details
Demons in your emails
Leave your head spinning like Sprewells
What you really want
Want the life or the money
Nigga choose, we could keep the shit running
Its like the devil in the details
Demons in your emails
Nigga fuck around and leave your head spinning Sprewells



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Writer(s): Justin O Greenwood
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