Lyrics Smiling Up (Stockholm Syndrome) by Fleece

(Murmuring, slight whispering)

And I can't find, can’t find another face without a motherf**king mask
King rows with my tours, yeah the motherf**king craft
Yo I'm god right forced out his motherf**king craft, what you know about me
A child of the dusk in the dark, I creep with a ladder and a blunt that I spark my way
No you can not f**k around with me
Living in the dark, age four I plead [?]

Let go of the sh*t inside of my head, I swear I couldn't get high enough
Can’t ride enough when in park [?], if I never get it running [?]
If I ever did try enough
I got skeletons in my closet, second bolts up like a fence and they pilin' up
It don't really mattеr how long in the cloud, if you ever looking down, I'm smiling up

(?)
Yeah, yeah, I'm smiling up
Yeah, yeah, I'm smiling up
Stockholm, yeah, fell in love with being tortured, bringing on the roast if I think-

Stockholm, I've been made it on my own
Stockholm, stockholm, fell in love with being tortured, break it and I roll
Silhouette faces, stuck home
Stockholm, I've been made it on my own
Stockholm, stockholm, fell in love with being tortured, break it and I roll
Silhouette faces, stuck home
Stockholm, I’ve been faded on my own
Stockholm, stockholm, fell in love with being tortured-

Oh lord, got all this sh*t inside of my head, swear I couldn’t get high enough
Can't ride enough when in park [?], if it never get it one in [?]
If I ever did try enough
I got skeletons in my closet, second bolts up like a fence and they pilin’ up
It don't really matter how long in the cloud, if you ever looking down, I'm smiling up

Stockholm, I've been faded on my own
Stockholm, stockholm, fell in love with being tortured, break it and I roll
Silhouette faces, stuck home
Stockholm