| I feel sick tonight
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| Something in my stomach ain’t sitting right
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| But I’ve got to overcome it, keep spitting tight
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| I’ve gotta overcome it, keep spitting tight, keep spitting tight
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| I feel sick tonight
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| Ring the bell, throw in the towel; |
| I ain’t fit to fight
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| I’m in hell; |
| I don’t know how I can hit this height
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| But I gotta overcome it, keep spitting tight, keep spitting tight
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| Trick the switch and get my brain to begin again
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| Adrenalin and Benalin will get the cerebellum in
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| A state to deliver lines timed to be the medicine
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| Lose my breath, they’re Ventolin, lose an arm, then rent a limb
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| Choose to not present them in lies but still remembering
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| I am not am not a veteran; |
| I do not know everything
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| Hide behind this pseudonym, I do not presume to win
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| Write lines till I feel true to them, decided by the mood I’m in
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| So I serve up words naked, never in sugar coats
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| And I write more quotes than a fucking big book of quotes
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| That’s that, straight fact
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| When it’s down on the track you can’t take it back
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| And if the crowd don’t react or get on ya back
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| Then you’ve failed and you just have to live with that
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| I remember when I was a kid 'n' that
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| Way before I found beards and caps
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| Pencils came with erasers that
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| Could erase your mistakes erase, retract
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| But in the real world things just ain’t that easy
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| You can’t take back your mistakes so freely
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| You gotta take them in think about them deeply
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| Not ignore them and just move on discreetly
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| They say Jesus died for somebody’s sins but God knows he didn’t die for mine
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| Coz I’ll stand accountable for my own damn sins each and every time
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| And if my sins are too great to be accepted in the circles which I strive
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| Then I’ll go right ahead and live a lone lush life in some small dive
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| I feel sick tonight
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| I feel sick tonight
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| I feel sick tonight
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| I feel sick… tonight
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| My head hurts
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| From running head first
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| Into another said verse
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| (on a subject that ain’t easy to talk about)
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| It gets worse
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| Feels like my legs burst
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| I swear I feel cursed
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| (get up; if you feel the strain you just walk it out)
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| Because we live a lie for a lie and then truth for truth
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| But lies can be sly and the truth aloof
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| And it seems that lies can disguise and dupe the youth
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| So we gotta try to define what suits as proof
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| Back on track now quick to react now
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| If the beats change then my flow will adapt how
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| Ever it has to do so break up words like letter cubes thrown
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| Around the room without a care
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| Stretch out letters when there’s space to spare
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| How can you not love this language?
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| It’s beauty and pain and relentless anguish
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| Each twist and turn that you’re controlling
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| Taste each verb as off ya tongue it’s rolling
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| Nothing is more entertaining
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| Than fuckin' with words and their arrangement
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| Every syllable can rhyme
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| If you will afford the time
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| But now I’ll leave it there alright
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| And simply declare
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| I feel sick tonight
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| I feel sick tonight |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Sick Tonight, artist - Sampha. Album song Sick Tonight / Great Britain, in the genre Электроника