[?]
I never know when this song starts
(Alright, run it back)
Just stay
Put me on the back porch
I can't complain, it's late
And I still wanna play
So dry your foot up the way
To the waters and
Test the lake
We escape through the trees and then
Catch fireflies in the night
Don't we pretend
All of this is so right
What happens when
Mom needs the car (I gotta go)
We need to [?] (I have school at eight)
Jobs become so hard (work)
We need to leave (need to leave)
Let's run away
To a place we know (place we know)
We can show our face but
In the morning, go (morning go)
Swim til we can't (I can't swim)
Breathe through your nose (I can't breathe)
To play down below (down below)
Forget your clothes
Lay in the grass
We'll start gaze and pass (gaze and pass)
All that we know is true now
We believe in too (believe in too)
Like me and you
Cellphones also die (have low battery)
So let's bury them
"Wash them off," I cry
Sea foam green eyes
Um, yeah so
That's making adlibs
YOLO, YOLO, this song is YOLO
They pretend to know
Everything we don't
And so I think we should just go
Everywhere they won't
And I'm not tired yet (are you tired yet?)
You haven't tried it yet
They pretend to know
Everything we don't
And so I think we should just go
Everywhere they won't
And I'm not tired yet (I'm not ready to go to sleep)
You haven't tried it yet
Take you to my planet
Maybe you'll understand then
Take you to my planet
Maybe you'll understand then
Maybe you'll understand then
Maybe you'll understand then
Candy mountain on the dash
Looking past me
Some bathing in the rain
Then you asked me
Will things be different
When you ask me
All of my existence in eternity
Reluctantly to answer
Will you say again
Wanted to teach you a game I was just playing
Call out sick everyday is a reminder
That living only occurs
When you try to
We'll run around
We'll hit the ground
These shot-shots we get fired
Shot-shots we get fired
Shot-shots we get fired
Don't call my mom
Don't call my house
To tell me I've been fired
Tell me I've been fired
Please tell me I've been fired
We'll run around
We'll hit the ground
These shot-shots we get fired
Shot-shots we get fired
Shot-shots we get fired
Don't call my mom
Don't call my house
To tell me I've been fired
Tell me I've been fired
Please tell me I've been fired
Sick was written by Kilo Kish.
Sick was produced by Pyramid Murdock.