Sick, Confused'n'Hardly Drive
Sick, Confused'n'Hardly Drive
Sick, Confused'n'Hardly Drive
Sick, Confused'n'Hardly Drive
Dragglin' like mothaf*ckin' bastard
Sick, Confused'n'Hardly Drive
Don't f*ck around with my new Spirit
Yeah, i'm selfish, i have $ins
I don't deal with mindless people
No, I'm not into abyss
Made of ashes, boy I'm sacred
Mothrf*cker as he is
Sick, Confused'n'Hardly Drive
Sick, Confused'n'Hardly Drive
Sick, Confused'n'Hardly Drive
Sick, Confused'n'Hardly Drive
Follow me to that fence and close off a path for you and I
I alone can carve to the fencing of yamazi
See yama's a samurai
Katana I slice and dice and now cubic rolling in motion
Like a joint cooking for trojans
So dinner's some pork and veggies, with trippy mushrooms on the side
And in heaven I sent you
Slightly folded and bent you
Oragamically unflapped into love doves, the ones sent you
I sent you love dove , those f*cking birds they were meant to
Make you love me forever now your bored of all the mental
Joking aside I think im on a journey towards the mental
Is it mental to love this much or crazy to have a Benz full
Of love birds in the trunk, your birds spray me with verses
Am I mental to have a Benz full of Kompressored vengeful curses
Sick, Confused'n'Hardly Drive
Sick, Confused'n'Hardly Drive
Sick, Confused'n'Hardly Drive
Sick, Confused'n'Hardly Drive