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spit syndicate - fuck it lyrics

[intro]
“[?] antwon, but you’re becoming a grown up, and you need to be [?] like a grown up.”
“i ain’t no grown up. i’m a musician goddammit.”

[verse 1: nick lupi]
they say the drugs ain’t good like they used to be
love don’t mean what it used to me
no such thing as a lunch that’s free?
well, f-ck it, that’s news to me, usually
i try weave all three of an afternoon
couple years back it was hard to do
but now i’m so good at it that it’s masterful
get hooked up everywhere we p-ssing through
but i’m, i’m always on the clock, always got work (work)
but the thing about my job is it got perks (plenty)
man, it’s almost to the point that it’s not work (it is)
ain’t gotta worry about checking with the boss first (nah)
i’m the big bird, got the top perch
every sunday, but it’s not church
my girl got them pins, and i’m tryna bowl a strike like “stop work”
it’s bad now, and it’s about to be a lot worse

[pre-chorus: nicki lupi]
ain’t give a f-ck back then
imagine how we feel now? huh? (how it feel?)
look. they are only just catchin’
onto what we known for years now, listen
you got my number in your phone then i f-cks wit’ ya
or on tour i try to buy drugs from ya
either way i got love for ya
and when i’m in your town, well, i’ll probably hit you up, see what’s up wit’ ya

[chorus: jimmy nice]
i don’t mean to be the one to
tell you i’m the coldest
ayy, f-ck it, f-ck it
f-ck it, it’s nothin’
city on my shoulders squat it
wonder how long (how long) i’ma hold it
we say “f-ck it, f-ck it
f-ck it, it’s nothin'”

[verse 2: jimmy nice]
see, the ultimate hustler got multiple hustles
(ultimate, ultimate) ha?
sip on grenache, save a dash for the muscles
veal tortellini, don’t sleep on the truffle
please admit it, y’all are in it for the wrong thing
try to pay the rent thing
penny for your thoughts? we don’t wanna pay a cent thing
kinda wonder what your friends think
the mind bends to think y’all still ain’t guess the memo
we sip bellinis in sorrento
thirty-five millimetre mementos
neither one of us are keeping on what we spending though
miss bouquet to the miss buckets (hey)
2k cheat code, we don’t miss buckets
new sh-t drop, when they hear the sh-t tuck it
i might go nine minutes on this sh-t
f-ck it, f-ck it
f-ck it, f-ck yeah
take tupperware everywhere we go now
’cause i love the scr-ps, so let it go down
say, don’t the word ‘king’ get thrown ’round
way too easy now’days, hard to appease me now’days
i need a reason now’days, weak sh-t or the seven one dayers

[outro: jimmy nice & nick lupi]
two beeps out the front then we rollin’
bet you know the company we keep ([?])
man, i don’t give a d-mn what the next man holdin’
when you keep a hand might fold ’em
and i ride the beat like the d-mn thing stolen
stolen, sh-t
barely been a year since last time we told ’em
we all rollin’, everybody rollin’
two beeps out the front then we rollin’
bet you know the company we keep ([?])
man, i don’t give a d-mn what the next man holdin’
when you keep a hand might fold ’em
and i ride the beat like the d-mn thing stolen
stolen, sh-t
barely been a year since last time we told ’em
we all rollin’, everybody rollin’
lord

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