[Pre-Chorus]
I think I’m sick
I live a Laigon life, I throw it up
Yuck
I think I’m sick
Yeah, yeah
Yeah yeah
I think I’m sick
It is what it is

[Chorus]
She treated my heart like trash
I fell in love with chasing the bag
But nothing even matters...
So, that’s that
I think I’m sick in the head
I think I’m sick, I’m the man
She treated my heart like trash
I fell in love with chasing the bag
But nothing even matters...
So, that’s that
I think I’m sick in the head
I think I’m sick, I’m the man

[Verse 1]
I guess I got tendencies
I ain’t no average joe, ho
Be my anesthetic
Baby, I'm open to closure
Smoking thru this stress & bitch I gotta about a boat-load
Some of my bruddas eating off that kilo
A lot of people like to lie but ima keep it real tho
I rock Rick Owens cos I’m nothing but a weirdo
Geeking off molly smoking Gelato, wishing that we could be together tomorrow...
[Refrain]
I think I’m sick of my shadow
I think I’m sick and your toxic
Yeah I'm fucking with a princess but I ain’t got a castle
Woah, I swear this pussy like a black hole

[Pre-Chorus]
I think I’m sick
I live a Laigon life, I throw it up
Yuck
I think I’m sick
Yeah, yeah
Yeah yeah
I think I’m sick
It is what it is

[Chorus]
She treated my heart like trash
I fell in love with chasing the bag
But nothing even matters...
So, that’s that
I think I’m sick in the head
I think I’m sick, I’m the man
She treated my heart like trash
I fell in love with chasing the bag
But nothing even matters...
So, that’s that
I think I’m sick in the head
I think I’m sick, I’m the man
[Refrain]
I think I’m sick of my shadow
I think I’m sick and your toxic
Yeah I'm fucking with a princess but I ain’t got a castle
Woah, I swear this pussy like a black hole

[Verse 2]
This bitch sucking on the last straw
I gotta hustle first thing in the morn'
It’s too bad I ain’t looking for the one
I’m so sad and I’m too turnt up

[Pre-Chorus]
I think I’m sick
I live a Laigon life, I throw it up
Yuck
I think I’m sick
Yeah, yeah
Yeah yeah
I think I’m sick
It is what it is

[Chorus]
She treated my heart like trash
I fell in love with chasing the bag
But nothing even matters...
So, that’s that
I think I’m sick in the head
I think I’m sick, I’m the man
She treated my heart like trash
I fell in love with chasing the bag
But nothing even matters...
So, that’s that
I think I’m sick in the head
I think I’m sick, I’m the man