Caprio - Sick (feat. Nees)

Oh Lord have mercy
I ain't trying to beg but I'm getting pretty thirsty
So tired, showing up sick on work a day
Aye, I just quit a week before my birthday
Made sure my shirt straight, on my best behavior in the workplace
Like Ritalin addicted kids in a church play
I ain't a savior
Boy you can't pray away that hurricane later
Boy you can't swim through that hurricane later
Got my wind breaker but the rafts gone
Middle of the ocean and still feeling land locked
Workaholic, the worst posture at the laptop
Hit a hat trick slapshot jackpot
Smoking that shamrock
I don't care about orbit it's a planet we trying to land on

Hats off, building up and we different
I ain't no pimping
Why we tripping
Hard to find, hard lines, hard times
But I gotta get what's mine
Trying to make the stars align, trying visualize
Heart and vision, just some scripture
Change it up without the liquor
Yeah, cause that shit always end up bitter
Big hitter, big figure
Yeah winner winner
The dice have been littered
Sip liquor, sick liver
Sick of the whisper
Killing time I got my finger open the trigger
That's where I'm aiming the gun
Stay away till kingdom come
Like we'll never say we're done
I everything I have ain't enough
To that I just huff, light this blunt ,man, puff puff

Running out of time
Can't afford to blow this high
Ahead of our time
Think I got way too high
It's all just a matter of time, as a matter of fact
I'm sick and tired, trying to buy time
Got no dimes, but I got a couple reasons, I got a couple rhymes

Lost track of time trying to describe this high
Still sick in the head way ahead of the time
Congratulations
Good Vibrations

Stand off, talking shit that's easy to laugh off
It's hard to hear it when they standing in a backdrop
They gon' give me shade while remake the game in the sandbox
I don't cast stones it's a trash toss
Fans thought they bought a genies lamp but it was really a spilled crackpot
What did they expect knock-knocking on the bottles that was half off
We been on the shelf like afterthoughts
Trying to get my foot in the door homies what's with the padlock
Take a snapshot, about to tag my name on the wall in all caps lock
Rap the whole album outside shooting dice with my pants off
Good weed, bad cough
All day, all night till someone takes their hat off
Fuck it
Imma chop down a sycamore tree just to see what it lands on

Rolling, yeah, bitch I'm floating
I ain't never changing my ways
Running back through the maze, I heard it's better for that graze
Blaze and set my pace, embrace the pain
Cause I'm trying to find my place
Chase the ace, never leave a trace
Grace on my name
Running through the blame
Just trying to give back to the game
More than shit you proclaim
More than making my family hall of fame
Yeah, more than the reclaim
I don't know where I stand
While you sit up in the stands
Close my eyes and I see where I am
Lost in a high I don't understand
Lost in time like the sand
Lost in the brand, expand lose my mind
One day at a time
I'll forget about the high
I'll forget about the reasons
Yeah
I'll forget about the high, I'll forget about the reasons why

Running out of time
Can't afford to blow this high
Ahead of our time
Think I got way too high
It's all just a matter of time, as a matter of fact
I'm sick and tired, trying to buy time
Got no dimes, but I got a couple reasons, I got a couple rhymes

Lost track of time trying to describe this high
Still sick in the head way ahead of the time
Congratulations
Good Vibrations

I'm sick as fuck
I'm tired of waiting
Insomnia, sleep deprivation
Some nausea, I'm also wasted
Congratulations
Good Vibrations

Written by:
Dennis Krueger, Josiah Gilbert

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