Dikembe - All Got Sick lyrics

It was minimum wage for a day
And it felt great to be above myself
And just a little less afraid
Then I parked my ass in a van
Where I sat around
Thought about death and shit
Then it all got sick

We all got sick and then we left our kin
Heads set on ‘obstinate’
To help it all make sense

Sat alone in a nest
With our backs to the insects
And saying, "Home" was a mess
But we loved it in excess
Without wheels in the mud
Grind it out until your season comes
When the flies tie into your blood

You’ll all gеt sick


And then you’ll leave your kin
Hеads set on ‘obstinate’
To make it all make sense

We were strapped to the seats
For a couple of weeks
Took a nosedive on average
Never felt like defeat
We were experts at loss
But it was course for the cause
Because for a time we were matchsticks
For a couple hundred sad kids

We’re all still sick set out to lead our kin
Heads set on ‘obstinate’
And now it all makes sense