Sick V S.C (Credit to the GOAT Myra, a_cat)

## Intro You sick, bae You sick, bae Need a med bay Or the blood bank Wait, who’s that? This a sound check, bitch. ## Verse 1 Yeah, we hop right in my head Said I was sick, but baby, you was my meds Since you said that, my life’s been hell Fuck it, if I failed, that’s on me as well If not, then I guess this is the end I could tell ’em my side of it Say you got bored with the life we lived Say you tried to betray me Say my lover’s phony Too damn controlling, still bitchin’ and moanin’ Call me the devil, but you still loved the horns Got your friends on the line, call and response That’s my style, like you were antiphony Had to yap to your girls, every Vanessa and Tiffany Blue stones or blue hearts, need an infirmary Lemme clock their attacks, something ’bout my identity Something fucked between you and me You were my everything, but my path goes straight, you feel me? And yours keeps widening, so at the end of the day I guess that’s destiny ## Chorus Hallelujah Hallelujah When I heard you was a demon, I said, “Hallelujah” You still did your best when it came to us I got voices in my head, I know what they saying It was written in the sand, in the hands of time We’re sick, bae We’re sick, baby We’re sick, man Give us the antidote Withdrawal, ’cause our love be like dope Hallelujah Hallelujah ## Verse 2 Make me feel loved You my only one Run with it, let’s just make it us And we’ll build trust Rewind our shit to the good times When I had your back and you had mine You, me, and the gang, we had good ties Till you looked me dead in my eyes Said you loved me, but you had other guys Then—bow, bow—that was the day my heart died Look at what you left behind A guy who would’ve loved you for bein’ kind Fuck it, go pop your pussy out with strippers, maybe you’ll find Your true love, cut from the same holy cloth as the Bible of rhymes While I swallow pills to deal with my alien mind Without my one of one, I'm not livin a life Rocky and Rihanna, who could’ve stopped us? Who coulda—uh Who coulda—uh Who coulda—uh Who coulda—uh Please stop ## Chorus Hallelujah Hallelujah When I heard you was a demon, I said, “Hallelujah” You still did your best when it came to us I got voices in my head, I know what they saying It was written in the sand, in the hands of time We’re sick, bae We’re sick, baby We’re sick, man Give us the antidote Withdrawal, ’cause our love be like dope Hallelujah Hallelujah ## Outro There you go, two stories of honor Two stories of love as a cancer Stephen King couldn’t make a better monster Who else could’ve done it but me and Myra? Extended cut of Spirits and Strangers Man, fuck it, we still the shit in both our genres Play us out.