The Sickness Songtext
My woman, she done got me again
Another woman, I was all up in
What do I got to do
To get right, to get right?
I say, "Lord, I got to see ignorance"
And the devil won't stop knockin' on my door
Even though I'm wrong, and I admit it
She still say, "Daddy, I'm so glad you made it home"
Oh, the flood is rushin' in
Texas is all underwater
Another woman, I was all up in
What do I got to do
To get right, to get right?
I say, "Lord, I got to see ignorance"
And the devil won't stop knockin' on my door
Even though I'm wrong, and I admit it
She still say, "Daddy, I'm so glad you made it home"
Oh, the flood is rushin' in
Texas is all underwater
Callin' my baby got harder
A playa covered all in your storm, I weathered it
Pants fly on fire from all the lies contrived by bitches I nutted in
Many nights you cried, my feelings deprived, ain't give no fuck, was celibate
Rim slapper, chip stacker, rapper, try and find a better man
But you can't
I'm who the bitches root for
Kid they do for, dick size to cars and moola
Could not measure up with a cooking cup amongst our tapeish rulers
Freezer flood, come meet my jeweler
Louis bag to stop her hoopla
Movin' through my O's like hula hoops on kids in school for tutor
My woman told my other woman 'bout my woman from the country
Grill master, gaslight igniter, stay if you love me
See Florence, I'll make up cake or play up when it get ugly
She'd rather flood and drain us, said she hate us
Flew to Kentucky, I'm yellin'
My woman, she done got me again Another woman, I was all up in
What do I got to do
To get right, to get right?
I say, "Lord, I got to see ignorance"
And the devil won't stop knockin' on my door
Even though I'm wrong, and I admit it
She still say, "Daddy, I'm so glad you made it home"
Oh, the flood is rushin' in
Texas is all underwater
Callin' my baby got harder
A playa covered all in your storm, I weathered it
Pants fly on fire from all the lies contrived by bitches I nutted in
Many nights you cried, my feelings deprived, ain't give no fuck, was celibate
Rim slapper, chip stacker, rapper, try and find a better man
But you can't
I'm who the bitches root for
Kid they do for, dick size to cars and moola
Could not measure up with a cooking cup amongst our tapeish rulers
Freezer flood, come meet my jeweler
Louis bag to stop her hoopla
Movin' through my O's like hula hoops on kids in school for tutor
My woman told my other woman 'bout my woman from the country
Grill master, gaslight igniter, stay if you love me
See Florence, I'll make up cake or play up when it get ugly
She'd rather flood and drain us, said she hate us
Flew to Kentucky, I'm yellin'
My woman, she done got me again Another woman, I was all up in
What do I got to do
To get right, to get right?
I say, "Lord, I got to see ignorance"
And the devil won't stop knockin' on my door
Even though I'm wrong, and I admit it
She still say, "Daddy, I'm so glad you made it home"
Oh, the flood is rushin' in
Texas is all underwater
Callin' my baby got harder
