Sickening
I'm gone when I said, "I'm gone"
I'm gone when I said, "I'm gone"
But I could never leave without a prayer for amnesty
I'll flex when I'm that zone
I'll text when I get on home
(And I feel so alone, that road was never home)
And even when I dream that road is coming back to me
My girl's tall like spaghetto
We ball through the ghetto in four-inch stilettos
We walk so smooth, it's like a warm meadow
The high's unreal, I call it falsetto
My girl's voice deep and mellow
She got strong arms that make you say, "Hello"
She got strong armour, hardly unsettled
And when we walk, you're not on our level
My boy's short like bruscetto
Man's cut too; the stitch is bargello
Nails on gorge, the face beat and bezelled
His smile's so bright and vibrant like petals
My boy's voice light and treble
He's still got sting so don't touch the nettle
We've still got sting so don't try to meddle
And when we walk, you're not on our level
Sickening, sickening ah
Sickening, uh, sickening
Gagged, sickening, choked up, sickening
Throw up, sickening, thick drip, sickening
Nasty
Nastiness
Yuh, Moonlight silver dancing off puddles
I stay tucked undercover
I am the shit, it's not subtle
I hope I don't get flushed down the gutter
When was the last time that I felt safe?
(Without having to resort to my self-erasure!)
When was the last time I felt pure joy?
(Without having to keep one eye out for danger!)
I can smell the sunrise, but I can't taste it
Oh, I long for the flavour
See, when we dress for occasions
We dress sharp to parry the blades which
Aim for our faces, stainless gazes
We go hard, we live so voracious
We fall back, we live so evasive
Some days I don't have the patience
But see, my girl's tall like spaghetto
She balls through the ghetto in four-inch stilettos
She walks so smooth, it's like a warm meadow
The high's unreal, she calls it falsetto
My boy's short like bruscetto
Man's cut too; the stitch is bargello
Nails on gorge, the face beat and bezelled
And when he walks, you're not on his level
Sickening, sickening ah
Sickening, uh, sickening
Gagged, sickening, choked up, sickening
Throw up, sickening, thick drip, sickening
Sickening, sickening ah
Sickening, uh, sickening
Gagged, sickening, choked up, sickening
Throw up, sickening, thick drip, sickening
I'm gone when I said, "I'm gone"
I'm gone when I said, "I'm gone"
But I could never leave without a prayer for amnesty
I'll flex when I'm that zone
I'll text when I get on home
(And I feel so alone, that road was never home)
And even when I dream that road is coming back to me
I'm gone when I said, "I'm gone"
But I could never leave without a prayer for amnesty
I'll flex when I'm that zone
I'll text when I get on home
(And I feel so alone, that road was never home)
And even when I dream that road is coming back to me
My girl's tall like spaghetto
We ball through the ghetto in four-inch stilettos
We walk so smooth, it's like a warm meadow
The high's unreal, I call it falsetto
My girl's voice deep and mellow
She got strong arms that make you say, "Hello"
She got strong armour, hardly unsettled
And when we walk, you're not on our level
My boy's short like bruscetto
Man's cut too; the stitch is bargello
Nails on gorge, the face beat and bezelled
His smile's so bright and vibrant like petals
My boy's voice light and treble
He's still got sting so don't touch the nettle
We've still got sting so don't try to meddle
And when we walk, you're not on our level
Sickening, sickening ah
Sickening, uh, sickening
Gagged, sickening, choked up, sickening
Throw up, sickening, thick drip, sickening
Nasty
Nastiness
Yuh, Moonlight silver dancing off puddles
I stay tucked undercover
I am the shit, it's not subtle
I hope I don't get flushed down the gutter
When was the last time that I felt safe?
(Without having to resort to my self-erasure!)
When was the last time I felt pure joy?
(Without having to keep one eye out for danger!)
I can smell the sunrise, but I can't taste it
Oh, I long for the flavour
See, when we dress for occasions
We dress sharp to parry the blades which
Aim for our faces, stainless gazes
We go hard, we live so voracious
We fall back, we live so evasive
Some days I don't have the patience
But see, my girl's tall like spaghetto
She balls through the ghetto in four-inch stilettos
She walks so smooth, it's like a warm meadow
The high's unreal, she calls it falsetto
My boy's short like bruscetto
Man's cut too; the stitch is bargello
Nails on gorge, the face beat and bezelled
And when he walks, you're not on his level
Sickening, sickening ah
Sickening, uh, sickening
Gagged, sickening, choked up, sickening
Throw up, sickening, thick drip, sickening
Sickening, sickening ah
Sickening, uh, sickening
Gagged, sickening, choked up, sickening
Throw up, sickening, thick drip, sickening
I'm gone when I said, "I'm gone"
I'm gone when I said, "I'm gone"
But I could never leave without a prayer for amnesty
I'll flex when I'm that zone
I'll text when I get on home
(And I feel so alone, that road was never home)
And even when I dream that road is coming back to me
Credits
Writer(s): Samiir Saunders
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