Lyrics:
am the subliminal seducer
I will never dance
I shall return, Starchild
Syndrome
Twe-dumb, humdrum
(x2)
I will never dance (x2)
Syndrome
I have 808 syndrome, bitch
I have 808 syndrome, bitch
I have 808 syndrome, bitch
I have 808 syndrome, I'm so sick
I have 808 syndrome, bitch
I have
to the blank of the white paper
My beans are boiling it's an hearthquacker
See hot sauce drowning is the sensation
Of my body rocking up and building in tension
I'm feeling really fucking sick
Post concussion syndrome, get out of my brain
Post concussion syndrome, your driving me insane
Post concussion syndrome
oh
But I'm here with imposter syndrome
Oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oooh
But I'm here with imposter syndrome
It's all an illusion
Don't know what the truth
searchin' to find the truth, I think this rampage is overdue
I been building it for a few, and it looms, I assume
I been sick since I was in the womb
Get it
Flexing
Flexing
Flexing
Yea SyndRome
Yea Yea Kingsmen
NerdMix Yea
Indy U in this bitch
Yea
Strongman in the building
I'ma flex on em 'til they feel
shaded by writer block syndrome
I've come to relieve him with god as my witness
I'm fuckin him up, in every damn building he steps in
Remember, my names in
you could live with me, ask Magic Johnson
I enter your body with only one assumed mission
That's only to break down your immune system
Become sick
Lyrical ability my choppers gonna sick um
High snares low hats a tempo n a sick drum
Mental in my mind I have some kind of syndrome
I'm angry that every
write shit when I'm in the zone
And I'm sick of blow jobs, bitch, leave me alone
And tell Dr. Dre to pick up a phone
Before I climb through his window
Patron,
Maybe it's how I smell a pair of Silver Cologne.
Maybe it's how I write shit when I'm in the zone,
And I'm sick of blow jobs, bitch leave me
labels
I'm sick of the rednecks I'm sick of Street Fighters
I'm sick of videogames and I'm sick of beat biters
I'm sick of student loans and building
Yeah ghouligans up in this bitch
Fuck all the hatas we tryna get rich
Got they face screwed up in the building
Nigga im makin em sick
Make a hata
people on their way
Mirrored buildings reflecting in your eyes
Sick city sometimes
Sick city in your mind
Sick city sometimes
Sick city left you way
I curse to hell the magistrate who granted this unholy fate
But I know, I know I asked for this myself
I'm bound by law to hell and it's sick
, sick, sick
I am sick, sick, sick, fucking sick of all this shit
I don't wanna live in a prison of my sin, ay
Brick by brick, I am building what I wish
Professor X is back in the building, crack is what I'm dealing
Iceman in the background, we back now, oh what a feeling
Maximillion, Laugh, I'm chilling, say
remedy followed
Will not cure my love syndrome
Mmmmm aaaaaaah
Mmmmm aaaaaaah
Mmmmm aaaaaaah
Mmmmm aaaaaaah
The symptoms of my love for you
Make me sick
Man I'm sick
Sick in my head
Man I'm sick
Sick in my head
Man I'm sick
Sick in my head
Uh uh uh uh
I've been building bad habits since the year 04
time it is
Nigga, teach the deadly darts, you hear me
You hear me?
Aiyo, call it the Hollow Bone syndrome line
Select sweet nine, face this
Watch his
Rah! I'ma hit a mothafucka with the pound, pound, pound, pound
It's the Pound Syndrome
Good God the pound, the pound, the pound, the pound
view
Sick of bein' Sick
Sick'a feelin' like shit
Sick of all the mother fuckers that don't know when to fucken quit
And when the buildings fall
We all
I curse to hell the magistrate who granted this unholy fate
But I know, I know I asked for this myself
I'm bound by law to hell and it's sick
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