Sick

[Intro] Yeah, woah [Verse 1] Residue on my passport, ain't slowin' down Security frisk me, quick pattin' down Squat-rave flyers, stayin' home, pullin' teeth with the pliers Wanna feel something? Stub a cig out on your thigh Got a crooked teeth smile Bait outside, feds will be here in a while Middle of December, got chaos in a vile, shit Another day, another "L," I go throw 'em in the pile Phone broke, all out of luck, morning, throwin' up Mephedrone rip my head open, go sew it up, shit Feel like I got punched in the face On hold, got a problem processin' your claim First feels like a bird away, nah, I ain't workin' late Middle of the room, watch the blue pill circulate Screaming, "Fuck you" (Fuck you) What would you prefer I say? [Chorus] Think I'm gettin' sick of late nights Sick of tryna sleep, close the blinds from the light Sick of seein' colours every time I close my eyes Sick of things goin' wrong and never goin' right Why they never goin' right? Yeah, I'm sick of brake lights Sick of small-talk, cab driver, just drive Sick of all the things that keep runnin' through my mind What a sight for soar eyes Sick of things goin' wrong and never goin' right [Verse 2] Still buss a tinny on the way home Still hit the corner shop for Rizla and a fuego Still bump the train, some shit just don't change though Back here again every weekend, it's the same One loop on replay Rat Race, 6AM, wakin' up flatmates Just sold my soul for some dole, pocket full of sand grains One the neighbours hate, did I make the flat shake? Still got me on hold, make my payment backdate Inner-city blues got me here confused Wearin' costumes like it's okay, so you never knew Outside, nowhere to go nothing to do Story of my life, black Ford Focus comin' soon Treat Prosecco like Dom P Feel home hell with the zombies Askin' life, "What you want from me?" Gettin' close, you get further away A bad day, toilet line headin' straight outside I gotta say [Chorus] I'm gettin' sick of late nights Sick of tryna sleep, close the blinds from the light Sick of seein' colours every time I close my eyes Sick of things goin' wrong and never goin' right Why they never goin' right? Yeah, I'm sick of brake lights Sick of small-talk, cab driver, just drive Sick of all the things that keep runnin' through my mind Sight for soar eyes Sick of things goin' wrong and never goin' right I'm gettin' sick of late nights Sick of tryna sleep, close the blinds from the light Sick of seein' colours every time I close my eyes Sick of things goin' wrong and never goin' right Why they never goin' right? Yeah, I'm sick of brake lights Sick of small-talk, cab driver, just drive Sick of all the things that keep runnin' through my mind Runnin' through my mind Sick of things goin' wrong and never goin' right, uh [Outro] Guess I'm never goin' right, uh? Yeah Sight for soar eyes, what a sight (What a sight) For sore eyes (Kelvin Krash with the gas)