Sick Tonight - Sampha, dan le sac, Scroobius Pip

I feel sick tonight

Something in my stomach ain’t sitting right

But I’ve got to overcome it, keep spitting tight

I’ve gotta overcome it, keep spitting tight, keep spitting tight

I feel sick tonight

Ring the bell, throw in the towel;

I ain’t fit to fight

I’m in hell;

I don’t know how I can hit this height

But I gotta overcome it, keep spitting tight, keep spitting tight

Trick the switch and get my brain to begin again

Adrenalin and Benalin will get the cerebellum in

A state to deliver lines timed to be the medicine

Lose my breath, they’re Ventolin, lose an arm, then rent a limb

Choose to not present them in lies but still remembering

I am not am not a veteran;

I do not know everything

Hide behind this pseudonym, I do not presume to win

Write lines till I feel true to them, decided by the mood I’m in

So I serve up words naked, never in sugar coats

And I write more quotes than a fucking big book of quotes

That’s that, straight fact

When it’s down on the track you can’t take it back

And if the crowd don’t react or get on ya back

Then you’ve failed and you just have to live with that

I remember when I was a kid 'n' that

Way before I found beards and caps

Pencils came with erasers that

Could erase your mistakes erase, retract

But in the real world things just ain’t that easy

You can’t take back your mistakes so freely

You gotta take them in think about them deeply

Not ignore them and just move on discreetly

They say Jesus died for somebody’s sins but God knows he didn’t die for mine

Coz I’ll stand accountable for my own damn sins each and every time

And if my sins are too great to be accepted in the circles which I strive

Then I’ll go right ahead and live a lone lush life in some small dive

I feel sick tonight

I feel sick tonight

I feel sick tonight

I feel sick… tonight

My head hurts

From running head first

Into another said verse

(on a subject that ain’t easy to talk about)

It gets worse

Feels like my legs burst

I swear I feel cursed

(get up; if you feel the strain you just walk it out)

Because we live a lie for a lie and then truth for truth

But lies can be sly and the truth aloof

And it seems that lies can disguise and dupe the youth

So we gotta try to define what suits as proof

Back on track now quick to react now

If the beats change then my flow will adapt how

Ever it has to do so break up words like letter cubes thrown

Around the room without a care

Stretch out letters when there’s space to spare

How can you not love this language?

It’s beauty and pain and relentless anguish

Each twist and turn that you’re controlling

Taste each verb as off ya tongue it’s rolling

Nothing is more entertaining

Than fuckin' with words and their arrangement

Every syllable can rhyme

If you will afford the time

But now I’ll leave it there alright

And simply declare

I feel sick tonight

I feel sick tonight