Sick lyrics

[Intro: Jack Donoghue]
Yeah, yeah, yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah

[Chorus: Heather Marlatt]
Six car pile up, just a mile up, up
Sick-sick, sick, sick-sick, sick, sick-sick, sick-sick-sick
Six car pile up, just a mile up, up
Sick-sick, sick, sick-sick, sick, sick-sick, sick-sick-sick

[Verse 1: Jack Donoghue]
Arms on me, drugs on me, y'all waiting tables
While I am so able that sh*t don't sound stable
My label; I call this sh*t, I'm gon' take over this
Defy, I warned you, b*tch, I'll make your tummy sick
I'm on some evil sh*t, own this sh*t, scheme this sh*t
Demons speak to me so that's who I'm leaving with
If you can't feed a b*tch then you don't need a b*tch
I will slit your wrist, I will slit your wrist
Deep cry, little lamb I need you for tonight
Why not take a ride with me? Naw, that's the wrong seat
First I tie your hands and feet, shh, don't make a peep
From the trunk they ain't see, then we bounce and hit the beach

[Chorus: Heather Marlatt]
Six car pile up, just a mile up, up
Sick-sick, sick, sick-sick, sick, sick-sick, sick-sick-sick
Six car pile up, just a mile up, up
Sick-sick, sick, sick-sick, sick, sick-sick, sick-sick-sick
Six car pile up, just a mile up, up
Sick-sick, sick, sick-sick, sick, sick-sick, sick-sick-sick
Six car pile up, just a mile up, up
Sick-sick, sick, sick-sick, sick, sick-sick, sick-sick-sick
[Post-Chorus: Jack Donoghue]
Cars in a circle, little lamb in the middle
All the head lights, so bright, he ain't cast a shadow, uh
Cars in a circle, little lamb in the middle
All the head lights, so bright, he ain't cast a shadow, uh

[Verse 2: Jack Donoghue]
I'm looking for [?]
I come in and lick it and this sh*t so vicious
You giving to hold it but nah, you don't need it
But give that sh*t more, b*tch you get that from me
Bite my neck [?]
You need it, you know you 'bout to fall like Saint Peter
And when I grow old and sh*t, ya'll bloods still know this sh*t
[?]
I'm on some dope and some coke, with that dopin' sh*t
Give me some codeine, pass on me that Cobra, b*tch
Evil 'round, close around, peepin' the door and sh*t
Lookin' for hope and, b*tch, I am so over it

[Chorus: Heather Marlatt & Jack Donoghue]
Six car pile up, just a mile up, up
Sick-sick, sick, sick-sick, sick, sick-sick, sick-sick-sick
Six car pile up, just a mile up, up
Sick-sick, sick, sick-sick, sick, sick-sick, sick-sick-sick
Six car pile up, just a mile up, up
Sick-sick, sick, sick-sick, sick, sick-sick, sick-sick-sick
Six car pile up, just a mile up, up
Sick-sick, sick, sick-sick, sick, sick-sick, sick-sick-sick