paroles de chanson Still Sick Bout It - Yung Dread Da Prophet

Even when I was styling was more silent than a holy night
Took a lot for me just to pull up to this open mic
Hand was shaking fast so when I'd hold the mic I hold it tight
Hoping don't forget a lyric making sure my flow is right
Still hits like a body blow when I hear that my name next
Feelings wasn't on the same track my brains a train wreck
On one hand excited to finally show what I'm working on
Especially to a new crowd that never heard these songs
But other hand even tho I see my people smiling
Everyone so stonefaced got me thinking I'm wilding
Oh I fucked my words up
I know that she heard it
Do I look awkward
Think I'm losing courage
Focus on the song cause at least I know I like that shit
Heart keep beating like I might just have to fight that bitch
Did that not flow well
I can go rewrite some shit
Hyperventilating like I dashed like a hyphen kid
Trying to stand up but my knees made of jelly
Trying to lift my arms up but they feeling like Chevys
Try to say just worry bout me fuck what they on
But I'm still pissed off cause shorty said my name wrong

Trying to get clouted
Chill with the pouting
But shorty said my name wrong
And I'm still sick bout it
Trying to get clouted
Chill with the pouting
But shorty said my name wrong
And I'm still sick bout it
Trying to get clouted
Chill with the pouting
But shorty said my name wrong
And I'm still sick bout it
Trying to get clouted
Chill with the pouting
But shorty said my name wrong
And I'm still sick bout it