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doc gruesome & odprophet - s!ck كلمات الأغنية

[intro: doc gruesome]
yuh, i feel like i’m f_cking dying. i’m sick. i feel like my insides are rotting. uh, aye!

[chorus: doc gruesome]
there’s something wrong with me (b_tch!)
inside i can feel it crawling (ooh!)
something you cannot see (nah!)
darkness, i can hear you calling (aye!)
i’m sick, i don’t think i’m ever gonna be fine
i’m sick, i don’t think i’ll ever see the sunshine
i’m sick, i don’t think i’m ever gonna be safe
i’m sick, keep applying pressure ’til i f_cking break
i’m sick

[verse 1: doc gruesome]
i got something in my soul and it’s sick as me (yuh!)
i feel at home in flames where the sinners be (b_tch!)
for some reason i can’t find a way to finish me (nah!)
if you loved me you would put me out my misery
the inner me is my mortal enemy
i mean, it’s plain to see, there’s nothing really left of me
i’m being eaten from the inside out, no questions
vomiting out of my mouth some intestines (i’m sick)
i don’t think i’m gonna make it or be okay (okay)
open up my mouth, it smell like decay (decay)
finna hit my brain, i can’t see straight (see straight)
waking up tomorrow, ready for this sh_t on replay (yuh)
[chorus: doc gruesome]
there’s something wrong with me (b_tch!)
inside i can feel it crawling (ooh!)
something you cannot see (nah!)
darkness, i can hear you calling (aye!)
i’m sick, i don’t think i’m ever gonna be fine
i’m sick, i don’t think i’ll ever see the sunshine
i’m sick, i don’t think i’m ever gonna be safe
i’m sick, keep applying pressure ’til i f_cking break
i’m sick

[verse 2: odprophet]
there’s a sickness in my soul, i’m full of molded hate (yah!)
nothing safe in this place, feels like i’m dilapidated (ugh!)
i’m a carnivore, i’m reaching for your vital organs (yah!)
i digest my own intestines while i write a chorus (d_mn)
black blood inside my arteries (ugh!)
i feel it fill my lungs until i choke, it’s getting hard to breathe
the room starts spinning when i try to leave (yah!)
out of breath and little bits of flesh fly out my nostrils every time i sneeze (achoo!)
i could be dead or maybe i’m sick (sick!)
i can’t see, maggots crawl behind my eyelids (eyelids!)
i just sit around and listen to my brain rot (brain rot)
if i hang myself i wonder, will the pain stop?

- doc gruesome odprophet

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