Earl Sweatshirt - Sick! lyrics

And I'll give you a kiss ugh, some, yeah
Yes sir, somethin' gotta give

Somethin' gotta give, spin another web
Head home, mess with Fisk
Like I'm Spider-Man felt it on a whim
You'll fall and slip again
I heard life a trip (What a trip)
Get it how you live
(yeah) , I guess it's all you get (Get)
Take it on the chin (Chin) , ugh (Ugh)
Pleasure by the gram
Gas siphonin', 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 and laugh, karma, facts
That's a messy bitch
Can't go out sad, can't go outside
No more, 'cause niggas sick, ayy
Fuck a second chance
I won't let the devil in
Somethin' gotta give, cover me, I'm going in
Ugh
Pressure blow the lid, factor in the overhead
Live with no regrets
Tell 'em when to tote a fif' (yeah)
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 the people
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