RATKING, King Krule - So Sick Stories lyrics

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

Uptown, soul of American century, no dispute
Our foreign coup, Malcolm gets shoot, shot
Harlem screaming, "How come it's you, not?"
Some other fucker at that audubon spot, got
Houdini to seedy schemey, Junkies who
Would easily deceive me, believe me
Monthly, must be, easy to fuck with Wik
In my ear saying "Suck this
Dick 'fore I get sadistic"
I'm in the corner, crying "What's this shit?"
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 fuck
But I pity them so I guess I care too
Prepared to
III dare to, keep trying when dying
The island be my heirloom
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

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?
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

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
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
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