Sick One

And I don't know, if I'll ever make it out of this one
But I'm so glad, oh I'm so glad that I'm stuck, I'm a sick one
And I don't know, if we'll ever make it out of this one
But I'm so glad, oh I'm so glad that we're stuck, I'm a sick one

I'm a sick one (I'm a sick one), I'm a sick one (I'm a sick one)
I like it slow, I like the quick ones
Give me more, I'ma fiend for you, I'm addicted
Nah, nah, nah, nah, I don't wanna listen

I don't really give a fuck if you like me (you like me)
Just remember there ain't nobody like me (nobody like me)
She think I'm a sick one (I'm a sick one)
Well I might be (well I might be)
Well I might be, well I might be

And I don't know, if I'll ever make it out of this one
But I'm so glad, oh I'm so glad that I'm stuck, I'm a sick one
And I don't know, if we'll ever make it out of this one
But I'm so glad, oh I'm so glad that we're stuck, I'm a sick one

Get me high if it's just for the day, that's okay
I don't know when it got this way, okay
I promise you, I'm fine but I'm not okay
I'm not okay, I'm not okay

I gotta clear my brain
But I can't stop thinking about how this shit used to be
I'm tryna forgive and forget but I can't help
But think that you thought you was fooling me
Run away from me, run away from me
But first cut me open and make me bleed

You've got cold feet, I'm hot as hell
And modest too if you couldn't tell
Don't take my gun, just take my pain
Just take me anywhere, I think about you everyday

And I don't know, if I'll ever make it out of this one
But I'm so glad, oh I'm so glad that I'm stuck, I'm a sick one
And I don't know, if we'll ever make it out of this one
But I'm so glad, oh I'm so glad that we're stuck, I'm a sick one



Credits
Writer(s): William Dalton Van Zandt, Steven Moses, Ryan S Wheeler
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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