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jakob x jack the spitter - spittin all the time (sat) lyrics

[verse 1: jack the spitter]
finna get this new sh-t cracking
wish i had a dollar to a track man
i’m looking down on the people i had factions with
fatal attraction to rap make em boys men
godd-mn s’times this life poison
need a necktie hang to the ceiling
f-ck your label i ain’t need no more friends
only anonymous, make the world end
ugh, and we still looking for answers
and tho we may not ever find em still we dancing romancing
the truth k!ll us like manson
and yeah it hurt, but what hasn’t?
f-ck the dreams we still grasping
if we can make it, we have it
f-cking maverick of music, choosing to lucidly sail
the dream i’m living nowhere near to the life in the old tales
said to do it just to do it when doing it’s half the trail
i fail to get my message across is the day i fail to be
jack spitter, “school quitter”
“-ss kisser,” b-tch please
only did it for kings, and yes i refer to me
get the reefer in my vision need incision of the lean (stat)
spitting all the time, f-ck yo sat

[hook:]
spittin all the time, f-ck yo sat

[verse 2: jakob]
tryna get through my demons
but when i get on questions
answers vivid alusid and dreamy
as always thats mentioned
sure you noticed that when i’m feeling sad
or stupid i’m blinded
by others that keep forgetting to lessin’
gotta go fast when i time it
forgetting and shoved
doin better now more above
dancing round to old records
and f-ckin without a glove
whats cookin i’m guessing
its hot and blackened like lungs when i arsine
these f-cking cigs that i mess with
caught up spittin, beg your pardon
in my throat choking
upchucking whats
nothing it weakens
my stomach so abrupt when
in frame take pictures
getting head quicker
deep thoughts on the liquor
after 10 or 7 times sicker
still in love with girls
that always tell me i’m better
c-ck bigger than a glock
9 to my brains on the dresser
undress her hands softer
when browsing my rivers
veins thicker when screaming
under the silk and soft covers
down under i’m finished now
praise her decisions
looser sick of the sh-t or
whatever you f-cking told her

[outro: jack the spitter]
and we just do it just to do it
give a f-ck about a charge
f-ck the label, f-ck the music
no permission, let that sh-t talk (augh)

- jakob x jack the spitter lyrics

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