[Hook: 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
[Verse 1: Wiki]
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
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
[Verse 1: Wiki]
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
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