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sick - KMurdock Music Group
Got your number saved, just don't pick up
Cause every time you call, I throw up
Your fake sweet talk makes my stomach flip
Like bad sushi from a gas station trip
These dizzy spells ain't from the flu, babe
It's just the bullshit coming through, hey
My temperature rises when you lie
Like clockwork, makes me wanna die
You make me sick
Sick
But not like lovesick, stupid
More like food poisoning, ruthless
Yeah, you make me sick
So sick
Got me running to the bathroom
Every time you enter the room
Doctor can't prescribe what I need
No antibiotic gonna make this feeling leave
Your toxic ways got me queasy
Like Monday morning times infinity
Tried to build up immunity
To all your games and scrutiny
But every time I think I'm strong
Your BS hits me like a stomach bug, wrong
You make me sick
Sick
But not like lovesick, stupid
More like food poisoning, ruthless
Yeah, you make me sick
So sick
Got me running to the bathroom
Every time you enter the room
They say what doesn't kill you
Makes you stronger
But this ain't that type of situation
More like what doesn't kill you
Just keeps you hugging the toilet bowl longer
Got a new prescription for your mess
It's called delete your number, no regrets
My immune system's fighting back
Against your manipulative attacks
The nausea's finally fading out
My head's clear, no more doubt
Next time you try to make me ill
I got the antibodies and they kill
Yeah, you make me sick
Sick
But not like lovesick, stupid
More like food poisoning, ruthless
Yeah, you make me sick
So sick
Got me running to the bathroom
But not anymore, I'm through
