The Nausea Tyga

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[Verse 1]
I think I'm nauseous
Hey mister, Derrick is it?
You can call me giddy, brain spinnin'
The virus you been missin
Ill, crazy, what's the difference?
No defense can defend
I'm Monte Kiffin, A Buccaneer
These fuckers here, might wanna listen;
Cause there's no recovery from this ill once you get it
Hot head nigga, fever is check my temperature
Tamper with my temper, get this missile to your temple
It's simple lights, no paris hilton
More shit like the toilet's speaking
Regurgitating things I've eaten, poly seeds and jelly beans and shit, mickey d and these demons are fish
Love the sea men, I love fishing
I go like every weekend;
From Monday to Sunday, these weak niggas stay sleeping
Waking that old ass up like black people ringers
Far from a genius
Should've stayed far from them yellow blinkers
Now you're blinking, no idea where you're ID is

[Hook]
I been around the world
The fact I have to go
You can't fix this
Doc thought I'd let you know
I'm so sick, I think I'm nauseous, nauseous
I'm so sick, I think I'm nauseous, nauseous
I been killed, but I always come back for more
I'm here to stay if the NARCs don't let you go
I'm so sick, I think I'm nauseous, nauseous
I'm so sick, I think I'm nauseous, nauseous