Artist: Bladee Album: Eversince (Mixtape) Song: Sick Typed by: AZ Lyrics Still sick, still sick, still sick Still sick, still sick Still sick, still sick Still sick, still sick Still sick, twelve grams in a zip, us, we don't mix Triple 6 for my wrist, blood on my lips I can't stand, I'ma sit, I was broke, now I'm fixed Black skies eversince, I hope I won't be missed From the rain to the snow, going in, I am sick, I'm not sane I don't know what I think, I can't see anything Call my friends, give me wings, SG, Drain Gang, who I'm with Don't get lost in this shit, I don't want to be sick Still sick, still sick, still sick Still sick, still sick Still sick, still sick Still sick, still sick Still sick, twelve grams in a zip, us, we don't mix Triple 6 for my wrist, blood on my lips Still sick, still sick, still sick Still sick, still sick Still sick, still sick Still sick, still sick Still sick, twelve grams in a zip, us, we don't mix Triple 6 for my wrist, blood on my lips