Lyrics Spit or Swallow - Micah Freeman , Father

Forgive me Father
Oh okay. I feel like Micah Freeman
That sweat, that funk, that nastyThat sweat, that funk, that nasty
That bed, that bunk, that backseat
That wet, that tongue, that taffy
That hit, that blunt, that black freak
Wet mouths in Monte Carlo
Moët mixed with the saro
This '96 Impala
Girl, do you spit or swallow?

Am I coming?
I don't know if I'm coming
Am I going?
All I know is I'm holding your heart in my hand
Here we are in the backseat of my car
Going absolutely too far
Am I coming?
I don't know if I'm coming
Am I going?
All I know is I'm holding your heart in my hand
Here we are in the backseat of my car
Going absolutely too far

You look like you wanna participate
Rain dance once, precipitate
Cause my ice gleam, codeine and other things in my cup
Girl you cannot get enough

That sweat, that funk, that nasty
That bed, that bunk, that backseat
That wet, that cunt, that taffy
That hit, that blunt, that black freak
Wet mouths in Monte Carlo
Moët mixed with the saro
This '96 Impala
Girl, do you spit or swallow?

Am I coming?
Am I going?
Your heart in my hand
Here we are in the backseat of my car
Going absolutely too far
Am I coming?
Am I going?
Your heart in my hand
Here we are in the backseat of my car
Going absolutely too far

That sweat, that funk, that nasty
That bed, that bunk, that backseat
That wet, that cunt, that taffy
That hit, that blunt, that black freak
Wet mouths in Monte Carlo
Moët mixed with the saro
This '96 Impala
Girl, do you spit or swallow?