Ratking - So Sick Stories lyrics

[Hook: King Krule] Now do you see this, The way the grey controls only The souls that go to sleep to sink and dissolve Are set adrift, in between the concrete and the mist Just another inner city bliss Now do you see this, The way the grey controls only The souls that go to sleep to sink and dissolve I set adrift, in between the concrete and the mist Just another inner city river bliss [Verse 1: Wiki] Uptown, soul of American century, no dispute Our foreign coup, Malcolm gets shoot, shot Harlem screaming, "How come it's you, not?" Some other f**er at that audubon spot, got Houdini to seedy schemey, Junkies who would easily deceive me, believe me Monthly, must be, easy to f** with Wik In my ear saying "s** this dick 'fore I get sadistic" I'm in the corner, crying. what's this sh**? Seems I'm either puffing that bliss or cuffs on my wrist Yin and yang, either stinging with pain or bringing that grain Either way yo it's all the same thang Thinking, Might it be worth it, life in the circle, write in my journal My journals the, city it flows with the prettiest prose Mixed with the gritty and gross, I pity the Hideous shmoe, not the idiot shmucks, still giving a f** But I pity them so I guess I care too, prepared to I-I-I dare to, keep trying when dying The island be my heirloom [Hook] [Verse 2: Hak] Marred Muts, upstream harbored us Luck loop of lucky louie shufflin' suave struts Wrists carved up, from center street souls Whose scars won't shut, no scars won't shut! Back in kickball they were the kids that got cut Type to lick ya tears off, poke ya gut and such Now who's stuck? And where's my luck? Barged baxter in bayard boom, where's my buck? You wouldn't last long on Lennox, you scared to come up But you need to be as scared of the come up When you need to be shootin' shoats and saving the young pups Torrid heat, time square post let it erupt We're bashing and barking like, dogs in the fog Down the South, slow draws, haggard hogs I can feel ya hunger baby, scribble and make ya starve Taught you 'bout tatted walls, scratched and scattered scrawls Night you like to breathe but you talk timid towards tamed with awe And tongues rip through holes with pockets to draws I was born in the ocean and adapted to life ashore Take it as a simple world, world, world Guess I'm spatting off like hell, now what the hell All the, all the, sick stories to tell Sittin' in ya cell thinkin' to yourself, "how'd I fail" Well, why'd I wail? [Hook] [Cadence x3: Wiki] Suave slobs, conquer, Manahatta Wally's on my feet, Squallies on the creep 'cross the Street where the people that peep the nostalgia All dat karma can come upon ya