The Sickest Fuck of Them All The I.L.Y.'s

[Chorus 1]
You might be the sickest fuck of them all
I wish I spoke Chinese for real
You might be the sickest fuck of them all
I wish I spoke Chinese for real

[Verse 1]
There is nothing smart to do
You died but nothin' happened to you
Dead all day in Malibu
Authority is talking to you

[Chorus 2]
You might be the sickest fuck of them all
I wish I spoke Chinese for real
Losin' to my mind again
It just wants to be my friend
Got your hair in the strobe light
Got your eyes and close 'em right

[Verse 2]
St. Germain, I can’t explain
When we fuck and things don’t look the same
Like my head makes you feel safe
Her energy will take its place