SALEM - Sick // VIDEO

Visuals - Fallen Angels Music - Salem (Sick) Lyrics 6 car pile up, just a mile up Sick sick sick sick 6 car pile up, just a mile up Sick sick sick sick On the phone, you go and told me. “I’m waiting tables“ When your ass so able. When shit don’t sound stable. My label, accomplished it I’m bout to run this shit In fact, I warned you bitch I’ll make your tummy sick. I’m on some evil shit. Own that shit, scheme That shit. Demons talk to me, so thats who I’m leaving with. If you can’t feed a bitch, then you don’t need a bitch I’mma Slit your wrist... I’mma Slit your wrist... Be quiet little lamb, I need you for tonight. Wanna take a ride with me? No thats the wrong seat. First I tie ya hands and feet. Shh, don’t make a peep. Blow on something, they can see, that we rocking to the beat. 6 car pile up, just a mile up Sick sick sick sick 6 car pile