a b c d e f g h i j k l m n o p q r s t u v w x y z 0 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 #

spit syndicate – amazing lyrics

[verse 1: nick lupi]
so what’s going on in that head of yours?
nick, you’ve been gone
lost in the sp-ce between dusk and mid dawn
in and out of the loop
connected but withdrawn
living in sync with the lord, i’ve been torn
the straws, they’ve been drawn, the shortest of all
the long arm of the law
might find my prints on
lint in my pocket getting my skin on
another cigarette i should be pulling the pin on
philosophise but we chop up smoke
then blow it to the skies, baby lock and load (lock and load)
now that’s a sure sign that we on the ropes
when you got the occupiers yelling “stop the boats”
i’m from a place where they persecute the neediest
talk about equality won’t tax the greediest
ain’t gotta ask what i think of those leading us
bunch of small minded motherf-ckers like oedipus

we off the chain, the charts, we off everything
money over bullsh-t, crew on top of anything
rocking for the folks up north who lost everything
all the kids down the drains like lost wedding rings
but i can only tell you what i know
that’s clinging to a dream, never ever letting go
trying to book shows, only ever getting no
getting twenty grand loans just to get out on the road
i had two jobs, never stopped hustling
every cent went to rent, all the while studying
trying to write an alb-m, maybe get a couple of spins
through p-ssy in the mix, that’s juggling (that’s juggling)
but never did i look like i was buckling
nor would i call how we were living as struggling
but you won’t get nothing out without nothing in
that’s where my head is at, if you’re still wondering

[verse 2: jimmy nice]
need you to keep that camera rolling for me?
see me in all my glory
i’m revel that most skin
then spit me a story
starts of when i was a shorty
was never much of a gamer
to busy throwing game at the daughters of all my neighbours
grew up an only child, and i
only had me to hold me down
never followed the crowd, look at me now
from sending texts with the address of where the party is
to dropping x with execs at the arias

we off the chain, the charts, we off everything
money over bullsh-t, crew on top of anything
rocking for the folks up north who lost everything
and all the cats carrying my words on their precious skin

see, i can only show you what i seen
two swirl letters, a pyramid in between
she said she f-ck with your team
well, show me what you mean
i got your logo on my sleeve, and i’m only seventeen

lets go lets go
but it’s spit syndicate there’s there’s no will in that

d-mn, does your mummy and daddy know that?
the type of sh-t will keep me going
though i’m never going back
to disrespecting my mother and living out of a bag
black room and a hand full of dudes who don’t clap
now we pack stands and fans over-react
just to see the underdogs also known as, man
(but but sire it’s a big hit the whole village is singin it)

[hook]
everywhere that i go, nothing feels the same (the same)
they say that i got nothing to show (to show)
but, they ain’t been on a stage (stage)
man, this sh-t is amazing
i said this sh-t is amazing
i said this sh-t is amazing
with the light show and that look on your face makes it all alright
man, this sh-t is amazing
don’t wilt one day sunday gentleman
you are welcome one day i said sunday gentlemen
oh yeah you are welcome one day sunday gentlemen

- spit syndicate lyrics

Random Lyrics

HOT LYRICS