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The Sickest Squad & System 3 - Sick Dreams lyrics


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Bass [4x]
I keep the pace, no chase [4x]
Chase [?x]
System 3 and The Sickest Squad [2x]

Bullet [?x]
Beat
[?x]

System 3, hurt like a bullet coming through your knee
Until you get to hear The Sickest Squad
They're more destructive than a real war god, war god

Feel the bass, it's coming straight and rough
Into your face, my lyrics irritate you more than mace
Your heart is pounding and I keep the pace, no chase

Sweet sweet sweet will be
The booming of my beat beat beat
Around the club and in the streets streets streets
And you will feel it through your feet feet feet
Until it gets you

Two plus one, the number's perfect
And you've done, my son
My writing's heavier than a ton, we won
And everybody else will come undone, so run

System 3, hurt like a bullet coming through your knee
Until you get to hear The Sickest Squad
They're more destructive than a real war god, war god

Beat [?x]
Bullet
[?x]

Sick dreams are made of this
Who am I to disagree?
Travel the world and the seven seas
Everybody's looking for something

Some of them want to use you
Some of them want to get used by you
Some of them want to abuse you
Some of them want to be abused

System 3 and The Sickest Squad

Bullet [?x]
Beat
[?x]

Cover: The Sickest Squad & System 3 - Sick Dreams
  • Sick Dreams

  • Year
  • 2014

  • Genre

  • Submitted
  • Approved by Payne
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