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Peaches

Sick In The Head

 

Sick In The Head

(album: Rub - 2015)


Rolling up on attitude and puffing my chest
Going out you haven't seen the worst of me yet
They call me a threat say I aim to test
I call it as I see it fuck that cheap rhetoric

Ooh ah, ooh ah, go back to bed
Ooh ah, ooh, you're sick in the head
Ooh ah, ooh ah, go back to bed
Ooh ah, ooh, you're sick in the head

Every bead of sweat is gonna rip base
Every deal is dirty get a grip mace
Put in your place
Soot in your face
Piling up the power pick it up pick the pace

Ooh ah, ooh ah, go back to bed
Ooh ah, ooh, you're sick in the head
Ooh ah, ooh ah, go back to bed
Ooh ah, ooh, you're sick in the head

Hey hey hey hey
Hey hey hey hey
Hey hey hey hey
Hey hey hey hey

Rolling up on attitude and puffing my chest
Going out you haven't seen the worst of me yet
They call me a threat say I aim to test
I call it as I see it fuck that cheap rhetoric

Ooh ah, ooh ah, go back to bed
Ooh ah, ooh, you're sick in the head
Ooh ah, ooh ah, go back to bed
Ooh ah, ooh, you're sick in the head

Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

I could never understand the trust in politicians, boring
They say lead but mission always lead itself to shitty whoring
You could go into performing, better than the lives destroying
I beg you to think, imploring, cuz I know your head is sick

I could never understand the trust in politicians, boring
They say lead but mission always lead itself to shitty whoring
You could go into performing, better than the lives destroying
I beg you to think, imploring, cuz I know your head is sick

Hey hey hey hey
I know your head is sick
Hey hey hey hey
I know your head is sick
Hey hey hey hey
I know your head is sick
Hey hey hey hey
I know your head is sick

Every bead of sweat is gonna rip base
Every deal is dirty get a grip mace
Put in your place
Soot in your face
Piling up the power pick it up pick the pace

Ooh ah, ooh ah, go back to bed
Ooh ah, ooh, you're sick in the head
Ooh ah, ooh ah, go back to bed
Ooh ah, ooh, you're sick in the head

Oooh, go back to bed
Oooh, sick in the head
Oooh, go back to bed
Oooh, sick in the head
Oooh
Oooh

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