Текст песни ILL FALLEN - R.I.P. AYERS

Lately I'm sick
Lately I'm sick
So what
Lately don't trip bout nothing
Lately don't miss
Lately don't miss nobody
And I don't give a fuck about nothing
Tryna make diesel money
Living with ease is something
That I can't believe is something
That maybe I'd be a someone
All I can I see is suffering
All that I need is nothing
You are my hearts eruption
Spontaneous human combustion
This image is stuck in my stomach
I swallowed my heart
This hardly consumption
Its deeper and pungent
I bleed in abundance
And lay in defeat
With my teeth and a sunburn
I lay in the street
Where I sleep in the summer

Maybe I'm sick
Maybe I'm sick
Maybe I'm sick
Maybe I'm sick
Maybe I'm sick
Maybe I'm sick
Lately I'm sick
Maybe I'm sick
Maybe I'm sick
Maybe I'm sick

Lately I'm sick
Lately I'm sick
So what
Lately don't trip bout nothing
Lately don't miss
Lately don't miss nobody
And I don't give a fuck about nothing
Tryna make diesel money
Living with ease is something
That I can't believe is something
That maybe I'd be a someone

Lately I'm sick
Lately I'm sick
So what
Lately don't trip bout nothing
Lately don't miss
Lately don't miss nobody
And I don't give a fuck about nothing
Tryna make diesel money
Living with ease is something
That I can't believe is something
That maybe I'd be a someone
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