Sick

[Intro: Jack Donoghue] Yeah, yeah, yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah [Chorus: Heather Marlatt] Six car pile up, just a mile up, up Sick-sick, sick, sick-sick, sick, sick-sick, sick-sick-sick Six car pile up, just a mile up, up Sick-sick, sick, sick-sick, sick, sick-sick, sick-sick-sick [Verse 1: Jack Donoghue] Arms on me, drugs on me, y'all waiting tables While I am so able that shit don't sound stable My label; I call this shit, I'm gon' take over this Defy, I warned you, bitch, I'll make your tummy sick I'm on some evil shit, own this shit, scheme this shit Demons speak to me so that's who I'm leaving with If you can't feed a bitch then you don't need a bitch I will slit your wrist, I will slit your wrist Deep cry, little lamb I need you for tonight Why not take a ride with me? Naw, that's the wrong seat First I tie your hands and feet, shh, don't make a peep From the trunk they ain't see, then we bounce and hit the beach [Chorus: Heather Marlatt] Six car pile up, just a mile up, up Sick-sick, sick, sick-sick, sick, sick-sick, sick-sick-sick Six car pile up, just a mile up, up Sick-sick, sick, sick-sick, sick, sick-sick, sick-sick-sick Six car pile up, just a mile up, up Sick-sick, sick, sick-sick, sick, sick-sick, sick-sick-sick Six car pile up, just a mile up, up Sick-sick, sick, sick-sick, sick, sick-sick, sick-sick-sick [Post-Chorus: Jack Donoghue] Cars in a circle, little lamb in the middle All the head lights, so bright, he ain't cast a shadow, uh Cars in a circle, little lamb in the middle All the head lights, so bright, he ain't cast a shadow, uh [Verse 2: Jack Donoghue] I'm looking for [?] I come in and lick it and this shit so vicious You giving to hold it but nah, you don't need it But give that shit more, bitch you get that from me Bite my neck [?] You need it, you know you 'bout to fall like Saint Peter And when I grow old and shit, ya'll bloods still know this shit [?] I'm on some dope and some coke, with that dopin' shit Give me some codeine, pass on me that Cobra, bitch Evil 'round, close around, peepin' the door and shit Lookin' for hope and, bitch, I am so over it [Chorus: Heather Marlatt & Jack Donoghue] Six car pile up, just a mile up, up Sick-sick, sick, sick-sick, sick, sick-sick, sick-sick-sick Six car pile up, just a mile up, up Sick-sick, sick, sick-sick, sick, sick-sick, sick-sick-sick Six car pile up, just a mile up, up Sick-sick, sick, sick-sick, sick, sick-sick, sick-sick-sick Six car pile up, just a mile up, up Sick-sick, sick, sick-sick, sick, sick-sick, sick-sick-sick