text: Still sick, still sick, still sick
  Still sick, still sick
  Still sick, still sick
  Still sick, still sick
  Still sick, twelve grams in a zip
  Us, we dont mix
  Triple six for my wrist
  Blood on my lips
  I cant stand, Ima sit
  I was broke, now Im fixed
  Black skies ever since
  I hope I wont be missed
  From the rain to the snow, going in
  I am sick, Im not sane
  I dont know what I think
  I cant see anything
  Call my friends, give me wings
  SG, Drain Gang who Im with 
  Dont get lost in this shit 
  I dont want to be seen
  Still sick, still sick, still sick
  Still sick, still sick
  Still sick, still sick
  Still sick, still sick
  Still sick, twelve grams in a zip
  Us, we dont mix
  Triple six for my wrist
  Blood on my lips
  Still sick, still sick, still sick
  Still sick, still sick
  Still sick, still sick
  Still sick, still sick
  Still sick, twelve grams in a zip
  Us, we dont mix
  Triple six for my wrist
  Blood on my lips