Sick! Lyrics

Sick! - Earl Sweatshirt

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And I'll give you a kiss

Uh, somethin', yeah

Yeah, said somethin' gotta give

Somethin' gotta give, spin another web

Head home, mess with Fisk like I'm Spider-Man (Fisk)

Felt it on a whim

You'll fall and slip again

I heard life a trip (for the trip)

Get it how you live (yes)

I guess it's all you get (get)

Take it on the chin, uh (uh)

Pleasure by the gram, gas siphon in

Smoke in my diaphragm (diaphragm)

Stem caps, molly black, betty bam-ba-lam

They be out there, shorty really from the West

Just an alley cat

Legend in the fucking flesh

Quit the frat, double back, I need a percent

Blast a laugh, karma facts, that's a messy bitch

Can't go outside, can't go outside no more 'cause niggas sick, yeah

Fuck the second chance, I won't let the Devil in

Somethin' gotta give, cover me, I'm going in (uh)

Pressure blow the lid, factor in the overhead (overhead)

Live with no regrets, tell 'em when to tote the fifth (fifth)

I could count the chips, not on what the teller said

That's expensive shit like my uncle Fela said

Cover me, I'm going in

So really, art is what is happening at a particular time

Of a people's development or underdevelopment, you see

So I think, as far as Africa is concerned, music cannot be for enjoyment

Music has to be for revolution, really working with

With enlightening the people

And doing your duty as a citizen to play music

And act, and do something about the system

If you feel bad about it, do something about it