Letra de 'Sick' de Salem

6 Car pile up, just a mile up
Sick sick sick sick
6 Car pile up, just a mile up
Sick sick sick sick

On the phone, you go and told me
"I'm waiting tables"
When your ass so able
When shit don't sound stable
My label, accomplished it
I'm bout to run this shit
In fact, I warned you bitch
I'll make your tummy sick

I'm on some evil shit
Own that shit, scheme that shit
Demons talk to me,
So thats who I'm leaving with
If you can't feed a bitch,
Then you don't need a bitch
I'mma slit your wrist
I'mma slit your wrist

Be quiet little lamb,
I need you for tonight
Wanna take a ride with me?
No thats the wrong seat
First I tie ya hands and feet
Shh, don't make a peep
Blow on something, they can see,
That we rocking to the beat

6 Car pile up, just a mile up
Sick sick sick sick
6 Car pile up, just a mile up
Sick sick sick sick
6 Car pile up, just a mile up
Sick sick sick sick
6 Car pile up, just a mile up
Sick sick sick sick

Cars in a circle.
Little lamb in the middle.
All the head lights, so bright.
We ain't cast a shadow off it.
Cars in a circle.
Little lamb in the middle

All the head lights, so bright.
We ain't cast a shadow off it.
I'm looking and peeping.
No reason for rushing.
I came, and licked it.
And this is so vicious.
I give it, to hold it.
But no you don't need it.
So give that shit raw bitch

You get down for me.
By your neck up and hold it.
You had it, you felt it.
You know you bout to fall out sophina.
And when I grow old and shit.
Young bloods still know this shit.
There is more evil then sits in the corridor.
I'm on some coke, and some dope

And that coping shit.
Gimme that codeine fast,
I wan't that numbing shit.
Evil round goes around.
Peaking in doors and shit.
Looking for ho's,
And this bitch I am over it.

6 Car pile up, just a mile up
Sick sick sick sick
6 Car pile up, just a mile up
Sick sick sick sick
6 Car pile up, just a mile up
Sick sick sick sick
6 Car pile up, just a mile up
Sick sick sick sick.