So Sick Stories Lyrics - So It Goes - Ratking

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 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 

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 

I 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 

I 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