This is a song about "Nauseous"

Say a grown man can separate lust from love

Now, you're nauseous and dormant anger now monstrous,

The garden of eden is far, it makes me nauseous breathing,

So now we in the hotel, mirrors on the ceiling

And make all you nauseous

See boy she been in love

Spit it and leave you nauseous

Here i go again, searching for love

I've got a paper plane, it's propelling my buzz

I make myself sick now i'm feelin a little nauseous

Simple shit but still y'all love making me nauseous in pain

I love that hour glass shape you got up on that frame

Tell me who's as rad as us and the answer was

And the way the play the fame game is making me nauseous,

The game of love

Murders make me nauseous,