[Prod. by Boris The Lucid]
[Verse 1]
I got sick to my stomach
I got sick of the pills
I got sick of the lights
I got sick of the walls
I got sick of the mic
I got sick of the speakers
I got sick of the clothes
I got sick of my bed
I got sick of the money
I got sick of these b**hes
I got sick of these n***as
I got sick of myself
I got sick of the radio
I got sick of the labels
I got sick of the meds
And nowadays I can't..
And nowadays I can't determine what's real or not
Am I trapped in a illusion where it seems like
I'm just trynna get a vision of the future
And lately i've been feeling very lonely with this music
[Hook]
Sometimes I just wanna drop the microphone (5x)