iann dior – Sickness Lyrics

I can never get a break from it, no, woah
Now everyone’s the same, like a sickness to my brain
I won’t let ’em get me, I won’t sell my soul
I’ma let ’em hear my pain, sell it for a Patek wrist
B**ch, I’m rich, yeah..②
Search for my heart, you can’t find it
I feel alone in the room
I’m feelin’ overconsumed
So I’ma take more of the shrooms
‘Cause that b**ch gon’ bring me my doom
Pourin’ up, rollin’ up, yeah
Pourin’ up, rollin’ up, yeahI hit the dash, vroom
V12, I’m swervin’ the coupe, uh
And then she hittin’ the roof
N**ga, I came out the blue
So I be covered in blue faces
B**ches gon’ pick and they choose
Money on me, change the mood crazy
I do not know how to lose
Tryna get, get back
Baby, don’t try that
All you lil’ n**gas tryna ride wave
I can never let that happen
So I’m comin’ on, ooh
I’ma switch plays
I was on the setback
Tryna get my nut off
Now that I got that
I’ma switch lanes
You can neνer get that
Dummy lil’ b**ch
Leave her on seen
I can never get a break from it, no, woah
Now everyone’s the same, like a sickness to my brain
I won’t let ’em get me, I won’t sell my soul
I’ma let ’em hear my pain, sell it for a Patek wrist
B**ch, I’m rich, yeah
I can never get a break from it, no, woah
Now everyone’s the same, like a sickness to my brain
I won’t let ’em get me, I won’t sell my soul
I’ma let ’em hear my pain, sell it for a Patek wrist
B**ch, I’m rich, yeah…➤ Written by Omer Fedi, Jason Scheff, Andrew Luce & iann dior
Album: I’m Gone
Produced by Jason Scheff, Andrew Luce & Omer Fedi
iann dior | 2020