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More Sick (Explicit) - Moneybagg Yo
Lyrics by：David Morse/Demario Dewayne White, Jr./Thomas Walker/Kevin Davis
Composed by：David Morse/Demario Dewayne White, Jr./Thomas Walker/Kevin Davis
When I ain't takin' these d**gs I get nauseous
Nauseous
Thinkin' 'bout my dawg gone I get more sick
Throw it off
I be needin' love but I won't force it
Nah
I prefer wock' over red I got choices
Choices
I've been like this all my life guess this **** in my genes
DNA
I've been thinkin' 'bout my life gotta get out them things
Why
Too much fentanyl in the street they puttin' they cut on pills
Chill
I lost Shanayna to that **** it still don't feel real
Standin' over her shakin' my head wipin' Damiyah tears
Uh
She takin' it the hardest reminscin' thirteen years
Hurt
Taivo been through this I had to ask him how you heal
Ain't no amount of money gon' change the way I feel
This a nightmare I'm just trapped inside it
Inside
Mama jump up out the bed every time she hear a siren
Hope it ain't me
No 2-1-9-4's F I 2-3's
What else you need
That little pink pill put me at top speed
Go
When I ain't takin' these d**gs I get nauseous
Nauseous
Thinkin' 'bout my dawg gone I get more sick
Throw it off
I be needin' love but I won't force it
Nah
I prefer wock' over red I got choices
Don't know what you is to your city but I run mine
Mine
Know where you at watch where you step don't cross the gun line
Don't do that
I like hittin' her from behind she say it's all mine
Uh
But I can't lay up with you boo you know it's crunch time
Go
Spaced out lookin' out the window I just start cryin'
Why
Tryna figure you out who gave that drop on when my dawg died
Cuz
Wrote that in red I told him make sure pressure get applied
'Nem
Every picture I got with you I can't archive
We got 'em
I get deep off in my feelings and I can't hide it
Man
Let 'em talk sit back be quiet I never regret my silence
Shh
I want them to feel how I feel so I resort to violence
Spin
No I can't wife her if the ***** come with high mileage
Red cup
When I ain't takin' these d**gs I get nauseous
Nauseous
Thinkin' 'bout my dawg gone I get more sick
Throw it off
I be needin' love but I won't force it
Nah
I prefer wock' over red I got choices
Choices
When I ain't takin' these d**gs I get nauseous
Nauseous
Thinkin' 'bout my dawg gone I get more sick
Throw it off
I be needin' love but I won't force it
Nah
I prefer wock' over red I got choices
Dealin' with my problems a lil' different
These last eight to ten months
Is the real reason why **** been goin' how it's goin'
For example me still tryna be a superstar artist
Me tryin' to please my fans and put music out to the world
But at the same time dealin' with real situations
Endurin' real pain
I'm talkin' 'bout back to back back to back back to back
One year changed my whole life forever
I lost my kids mama I had to take them in
What man you know doin' that for real
At the peak of his career at that
Then on top of that I lose my brother to the streets
**** he had kids so now it's like his kids like mine
Whenever they call whenever they need somethin'
I come through
Most of the time when you dealin' with pain
You try to cope with it by running to drank w**d pills all that
That's 'posed to be medicine
But the whole time it's making me more sick for real
