Earl Sweatshirt - Sick! lyrics

[Intro] And I'll give you a kiss Ugh, some, ugh Yes sir, somethin' gotta give [Verse] 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 fu*king flesh Quit the frat, double back, I need a percent Blast and laugh, karma, facts, that's a messy b*tch Can't go out sad, can't go outside no more, 'cause ni**as sick, ayy fu*k the 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 sh*t, like my Uncle Fela said (Cover me, I'm going in) [Outro: Fela Kuti] 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