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SICK
Hip-Hop/Rap
SICK was released on July 25, 2025 by New Hart Production Records as a part of the album SICK - Single
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Release DateJuly 25, 2025
LabelNew Hart Production Records
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM66

Music Video

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Tom Dowd
Tom Dowd
Guitar
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Adrian Tijerina
Adrian Tijerina
Songwriter
Laurie Wisefield
Laurie Wisefield
Songwriter
Xavier Tijerina
Xavier Tijerina
Songwriter
Luna Saga
Luna Saga
Songwriter
Martin Robert Turner
Martin Robert Turner
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Adrian Hart
Adrian Hart
Producer
Tom Dowd
Tom Dowd
Producer
Geffen
Geffen
Producer
Quayludez
Quayludez
Producer

Lyrics

I can tell that you don't feel good
I guess you're not alone
Now that you've packed your things and you're ready to go
Let's do something tonight, I don't know
Wish my life wouldn't be this sick, gotta take my chances damn
Wish this girl would've done stopped talkin' so I could write this jam
For me this life, could I care a bit more, gotta put it all in Gods hands
Wrong people watchin' the Hart, had to go private my life on the gram
Rags to riches, I say that I made it cause I been real blessed and that's slam
Poetry out of my trap, speakin' in tongues, take a step back
Tryin' to stay on that track, baby I touch the sky no lie
Wanna get back to that, wanna lock lips and talk about rap
Wrestling all my demons, coup de grace in my chest, feel that
Hart just don't stop beatin', I mean me, I just say stay eatin'
Wish my life wouldn't be this sick, gotta take my chances damn
Wish this girl would've done stopped talkin' so I could write this jam
For me this life, could I care a bit more, gotta put it all in Gods hands
Wrong people watchin' the Hart, had to go private my life on the gram damn
Baby, you make me touch the sky
Baby, you make me touch the sky
Uh this potion
Uh, yeah, ayy, uh
This potion, it's potent
Got a cure for everyone walking
She walk through the doors, stop talking
Eyes watchin', I'm locked in
Cover your mouth, no sneeze
Feel the heat to the sky, nose bleeds
Baby Jayde said she want me, no feelings, no strings
Uh, yeah, let's go
And I know it's something in the air baby
Drop by your place, to the lair baby
Sick to the wrist, see the glare baby
Say goodbye, say goodbye
Throw it up, fill it up
Throw it up, fill it up, baby
I'm sick
Wish my life wouldn't be this sick, gotta take my chances damn
Wish this girl would've done stopped talkin' so I could write this jam
For me this life, could I care a bit more, gotta put it all in Gods hands
Wrong people watchin' the Hart, had to go private my life on the gram
I can tell that you don't feel good
I guess you're not alone
Now that you packed your things and you're ready to go
Let's do something tonight, I don't know
Written by: Adrian Tijerina, Laurie Wisefield, Luna Saga, Martin Robert Turner, Xavier Tijerina
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