Get Sick - Exilia

You, Mr. you, fight the fight

My tribes invade your radio

Choose your side, choose your crowd

And everybody’s gonna get it loud

Turn up the radio

Turn up the radio

Turn up the radio

Cut the leash, get a life

We’re not just waiting to die

It’s getting closer

It’s getting closer

It’s getting closer

Get sick

Motherfucker get sick

Are you ready for this?

Ready for the other side

Get sick

Motherfucker get sick

Are you ready for this?

Ready for the other side

You, eat the dream, eat them bucks

Young rebel from the sun god

Raise your fist, cut the shit

Everybody got to get it loud

Turn up the radio

Turn up the radio

Turn up the radio

We are not lost, we are not wrong

We’re not just waiting to die

It’s getting closer

It’s getting closer

It’s getting closer

Get sick

Motherfucker get sick

Are you ready for this?

Ready for the other side

Get sick

Motherfucker get sick

Are you ready for this?

Ready for the other side

I keep my eyes on the stars, we are

Sons of the sun god

I keep my eyes on the stars, we are

Sons of the sun god

Turn up the radio

Turn up the radio

Turn up the radio

Get sick

Motherfucker get sick

Are you ready for this?

Ready for the other side

Get sick

Motherfucker get sick

Are you ready for this?

Ready for the other side

Get sick

Motherfucker get sick

Are you ready for this?

Ready for the other side

Get sick

Motherfucker get sick

Are you ready for this?

Ready for the other side

Ready for the other side

Ready for the other side

Ready for the other side

I keep my eyes on the stars, we are

Sons of the sun god

I keep my eyes on the stars, we are

Sons of the sun god

Get sick

Motherfucker get sick

Are you ready for this?

Ready for the other side

Get sick

Motherfucker get sick

Are you ready for this?

Ready for the other side

Get sick

Motherfucker get sick

Are you ready for this?

Ready for the other side

Get sick

Motherfucker get sick

Are you ready for this?

Ready for the other side