So Sick Stories ft. King Krule
Ratking Lyrics

Now do you see this, the way the grey controls only
The system has control over those it wants to control.

The souls that go to sleep to sink and dissolve
People who give up, lose themselves to the system.

I set adrift, in between the concrete and the mist
Feeling lost in the city, disconnected from reality.

Just another inner city bliss
Living in the inner city can be both good and bad.

Uptown, soul of American century, no dispute
The soul of America's century is found in uptown.

Our foreign coup, Malcolm gets shoot, shot
Foreign influences have a negative impact on America, as seen when Malcolm X was killed.

Harlem screaming, "How come it's you, not?"
The people of Harlem are angry over Malcolm X's death.

Some other fucker at that audubon spot, got
Malcolm X was killed by someone else.

Houdini to seedy schemey, junkies who would easily deceive me, believe me
People will deceive you, even if you know better.

Monthly, must be, easy to fuck with Wik
Wik is someone who can easily be deceived.

In my ear saying "Suck this dick 'fore I get sadistic"
Someone is trying to force Wik to do something he doesn't want to do.

I'm in the corner, crying "what's this shit?"
Wik is feeling lost and alone, questioning what is happening to him.

Seems I'm either puffing that bliss or cuffs on my wrist
Wik is either doing something that makes him feel good or getting arrested.

Yin and yang, either stinging with pain or bringing that grain
Life can be filled with pain or with riches.

Either way yo it's all the same thang
Regardless of which path you choose, life is still hard.

Thinking, might it be worth it, life in the circle, write in my journal
Wik is considering whether life is worth it and writing about it.

My journals the, city it flows with the prettiest prose
Wik's journals are full of beautiful prose about the city.

Mixed with the gritty and gross, I pity the
Wik writes about both the good and bad in the city, and he feels bad for those suffering.

Hideous shmoe, not the idiot shmucks, still giving a fuck
Wik feels bad for people who are truly suffering, not those who are just ignorant.

But I pity them so I guess I care too, prepared to
Wik cares even though it hurts him to see others in pain.

I-I-I dare to, keep trying when dying
Wik is still trying to keep going even when he is struggling.

The island be my heirloom
New York City is the only thing that Wik has.

Marred Muts, upstream harbored us
Marred Muts represents something that has been damaged or ruined, and upstream is where good things come from that are trying to rescue them.

Luck loop of lucky louie shufflin' suave struts
There is a pattern of lucky people in the city, and they walk confidently.

Wrists carved up, from center street souls
People are hurting themselves because they are struggling in the city.

Whose scars won't shut, no scars won't shut!
The scars people have will never go away.

Back in kickball they were the kids that got cut
These people have always been left out and excluded.

Type to lick ya tears off, poke ya gut and such
People are cruel to those who are struggling.

Now who's stuck? And where's my luck?
People are struggling and wondering why they can't catch a break.

Barged baxter in bayard boom, where's my buck?
Someone needs money, but they don't have any.

You wouldn't last long on Lennox, you scared to come up
You wouldn't survive in the city if you are afraid to face your problems.

But you need to be as scared of the come up
You should be afraid of the challenges and struggles that come with success.

When you need to be shootin' shoats and saving the young pups
You need to be focused on your goals and helping others.

Torrid heat, Time Square post let it erupt
The city can be overwhelming and chaotic.

We're bashing and barking like, dogs in the fog
People are fighting and arguing in the city.

Down the South, slow draws, haggard hogs
Things are slow and nothing is happening in the southern part of the city.

I can feel ya hunger baby, scribble and make ya starve
Wik understands the hunger and desperation people feel.

Taught you 'bout tatted walls, scratched and scattered scrawls
Wik teaches people about the graffiti in the city.

Night you like to breathe but you talk timid towards tamed with awe
At night, people are afraid to speak out and feel trapped.

And tongues rip through holes with pockets to draws
People are getting aggressive and desperate for money.

I was born in the ocean and adapted to life ashore
Wik is from the city and has learned how to survive there.

Take it as a simple world, world, world
Sometimes, you have to see things for how they really are.

Guess I'm spatting off like hell, now what the hell
Wik is frustrated and questioning everything.

All the, all the, sick stories to tell
There are many sad stories to tell about life in the city.

Sittin' in ya cell thinkin' to yourself, "how'd I fail"
People are in jail and wondering where they went wrong.

Well, why'd I wail?
Why am I crying?

Suave slobs, conquer, Manahatta
Successful people in the city are confident and polished.

Wally's on my feet, Squallies on the creep 'cross the
Wik is wearing expensive shoes and trying to blend in with the successful people.

Street where the people that peep the nostalgia
People are nostalgic for the good old days of the city.

All dat karma can come upon ya
What goes around comes around in the city.