Letra de Sick Boi, Pt. 2 - Ren

Sick boi, sick boi, allopathic script boi (shi)

Pathogenic, schizophrenic, call a medic quick, boi (bla)

Quick, boi, quick, boi, just wanna scratch the itch, boi (woo)

Agoraphobic, multi-courses on it, I’m that sick boi

Nothing to lose, nothing to win, or to prove, nothing but holes in my shoes

Nothing but nothing, I'm hustling, bustling, pain is a paradox I didn’t choose

Nothing but truth, nothing but fire in the booth, nothing that you could do, I couldn’t do

Nothing that you could do better, forget all the others, I'm aiming at you

Cytotoxic, diagnostic, catastrophic news

Since I got sick, know for one the pain, it comes in twos

Catatonic, antipsychotics, beta blockers, antibiotics

Watch the clock tick, pick the lock pick, quick let's dip, get loose

Wait for a minute, I’m struggling with it, I’m doubling down and I’m doubling digits

I live it, I live with the pain and forgive it 'cause bitterness eats you alive when you're in it

I miss it, then flip it, then rip off the script that is fitting that I have been screaming at demons that visit

I’m feeling so rigid, I lean on religion but God sits there laughing, I’m burning my bridges

Car crash, whiplash

Ambulance, body bags, zip back

It’s a game of circumstance, wrong turn

Everything can all collapse, get burned

Back inside the relapse, cracks, they stack back to back

And I’m back on my back inside the counterattack

Pop Prozac, knock it back, wash it down and relax

And that’s that, subtract, collapse, react, adapt

Oh, getting lost, money, money, money

Oh, getting to the top like I got nothing to lose, yeah

Like I got nothing to lose, lose, lose, lose

Oh, getting lost, money, money, money

Oh, getting to the top like I got nothing to lose, yeah

Like I got nothing to lose, lose, lose

Getting lost, money like a drug

Once upon a time, a time that was not long ago

There lived a boy inside his mind, sometimes a thought would overflow

And grow and grow, until they blinded the boy, he decomposed

And if you read between the lines of his story, you will know

That there is method to his madness, prerequisite for his sadness

For there must be catalysts which exist to explain his status

Extract it and look right at it, his panic was formed in fragments

That happened from lack of passion attacking his hippocampus

Back to the story where the story begins

There was a boy, he was confused by the world that he lived in

A world where profit is religion and to knock it is sin

A world where prophets spread the word of putting profit over kin

Sink or swim, blood it is thicker than

Money and dividends, he grew thick skin

See it for what it is, resist, and take a hit on the chin

Anti-capitalist, a rationalist, a war, it shall begin

On the greedy who mislead the people, it starts from within

In, in, are you in it to win? Or are you in it for a purpose that exists outside your skin?

When you're in it, is it worthless to resist, begin again

Are you screaming on the surface, are you like me, are you in?

Ooh, getting all this money, money

Money, ooh, getting to the bag like I got nothing to lose, yeah

Like I got nothing to lose, lose

Getting all this money like a job

It’s done, it’s done, it’s done, it’s done

Ooh, getting all this money, money

Money, ooh, getting to the bag like I got nothing to lose, yeah

Like I got nothing to lose, lose

Lose, lose

Ooh, getting all this money, money

Money, ooh, getting to the bag like I got nothing to lose, yeah

Like I got nothing to lose, lose

Getting all this money like a job (bla, bla, bla, bla, bla)

It’s done

It’s done

It’s done

It’s done

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