So Sick Stories (Explicit)

So Sick Stories (Explicit) - Ratking/King Krule

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 f**ker at that audubon spot got

Houdini to seedy schemey Junkies who would easily deceive me believe me

Monthly must be easy to f**k 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 is start 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 f**k

But I pity them so I guess I care too prepared to

I-I-I 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