Boris The Lucid - 4:46 AM lyrics

[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)