Sick! Lyrics – Earl Sweatshirt

[Intro]
And I'll give you a kiss
Ugh, some, ugh
Yes sir, something gotta give

[Verse]
Something 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 siphoning, 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 f**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 n!ggas sick, ayy
F**k the second chance, I won't let the devil in
Something 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