LYRICS: Earl Sweatshirt – Sick

Intro]
And I’ll provide you with a kiss
Ugh, some, yeah
Sure sir, somethin’ gotta give

[Verse]
Somethin’ gotta give, spin one other net
Head house, mess with Fisk, like I’m Spider-Man
Felt it on a whim
You’ll fall and slip once more, I heard life a visit (What a visit)
Get it how you reside (Yeah), I suppose it’s all you get (Get)
Take it on the chin (Chin), ugh (Ugh)
Pleasure by the gram
Fuel siphonin’, smoke in my diaphragm (Diaphragm)
Stem caps, molly, black Betty, bam-ba-lam
They be on the market, shorty actually from the West
Simply an alley cat, legend within the fucking flesh
Give up the frat, double again, I would like a %
Blast and snigger, karma, info, that’s a messy bitch
Can’t exit unhappy, can’t go outdoors no extra, ’trigger niggas sick, ayy
Fuck a second probability, I received’t let the satan in
Somethin’ gotta give, cowl me, I’m moving into, ugh
Stress blow the lid, issue within the overhead
Dwell with no regrets, inform ’em when to tote a fif’ (Yeah)
I might depend the chips, not on what the teller mentioned
That’s costly shit, like my Uncle Fela mentioned
Cowl me, I’m moving into

[Outro: Fela Kuti]
So actually, artwork is what is going on at a selected time of a individuals’s improvement or underdevelopment, you see. So I believe, so far as Africa is worried, music can’t be for enjoyment, music needs to be for revolution. Actually working with the individuals, enlightening the individuals and doing all of your responsibility as a citizen to play music and act and do one thing in regards to the system. For those who really feel unhealthy about it, do one thing about it