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SICKPIC
Hip-Hop/Rap
SICKPIC è stato pubblicato il 6 gennaio 2026 da WEOCCWORD come parte dell'album SICKPIC - Single
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Data di uscita6 gennaio 2026
EtichettaWEOCCWORD
Melodicità
Acousticità
Valence
Ballabilità
Energia
BPM62

Crediti

PERFORMING ARTISTS
DemarcoTheMan
DemarcoTheMan
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
DemarcoTheMan
DemarcoTheMan
Lyrics
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
DemarcoTheMan
DemarcoTheMan
Producer

Testi

Death in the air so I’m prepping for it.
God on my side so I cannot quit.
I done hit it so good, now she wanna vent and eat it so much don’t kiss her lips.
Watch your tongue or become a lick these rappers be fake,
I am convinced be real young man don’t get it like them be you young man don’t go out like them.
Aye, listen.
I am not perfect the sins I committed is closer to earth and the nature of merging.
Here I emerge with a beautiful pen.
Swimming with sharks addressing the fin.
Shall we began?
Tired of struggling only option left for us to get rich.
Trench baby washing clothes in the sink.
Outside just to save AC.
Bootleg man they a shoot up the scene.
Bootleg man they a mess up the scene.
Bootleg man they a shoot up the scene.
Bootleg man they a mess up the scene.
Bootleg man they a shoot up the scene.
Bootleg man we a mess up the scene.
Bootleg man we a shoot up the scene.
Bootleg man they a…
Bootleg man we a mess up the…
Bootleg man we a mess up the…
Bootleg man they a shoot up the scene.
Bootleg man they a mess up…
Producing it bro I made this in a trap.
I seen a fiend, die in a trap.
Bro on prohibition it feel like a trap.
Real block baby stuck it’s a trap.
Taking the cheese surviving the traps.
Stuck in a cage bro in a trap.
Reversing the trap.
Playing my part.
Nobody safe.
Hit in the part.
Closing the curtain
Skipping their part.
Bootleg man get shot in the dark.
Bootleg man got shot with the arm.
Bootleg man she sell at the park.
Bootleg man got work in the car.
Bootleg man pay low for a star getting high as the moon let me take you to mars.
I seen a rock make the high feeling infinite let’s get rich baby she ain’t in for it,
dead presidents we ain’t intimate.
Crash Carti wrist speak it to exist gotta let em hate, I be passing em.
Turn em vegan cause they mad about a M.
When I get an M.
Ima blow an M.
Ima double back.
Do it all again.
Triple what I lost.
Praying I don’t sin they’ll pray upon your downfall.
I’ll fall down before I let em win, lately I done put a wall up.
I’ll crash out before I let em in.
Written by: DeMarco Adamson
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