Spit Syndicate - Amazing paroles de chanson

paroles de chanson Amazing - Spit Syndicate



So what's going on in that head of yours?
Nick, you've been gone
Lost in the space between dusk and mid dawn
In and out of the loop
Connected but withdrawn
Living in syd with the law that I've been taught
The straws, they've been drawn, the shortest of all
The long arm of the law
My fire, my prints on
Lint in my pocket getting my stint on
Another cigarette I should be pulling the rig on
Philosophize while we chop up smoke
Then we blow it to the skies, baby lock and load
Now that's a sure sign that we're on the ropes
When you got the occupiers yelling stop the boats
I'm from a place where they persecute the neediest
Talking about equality won't tax the greediest
Ain't gotta ask what I think of those leading us
But your small minded mother fuckers like Oedipus
We off the chain, the charts, we off everything
Money over bullshit, 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 album, maybe get a couple of spins
Through pussy in the mix, 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
Everywhere that I go, nothing feels the same
They say that I got nothing to show
But, they ain't been on a stage
Man, this shit is amazing
I said this shit is amazing
I said this shit is amazing
With the light show and that look on your face makes it all alright
Would you keep that camera rolling for me?
See me in all my glory
I'm revel that most skin
Then spit me a story
Start finalize the shorty
Was never much of a gamer
To busy throwing game at the daughters of all my neighbors
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 bullshit, 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 fuck with your team
Well, show me what you mean
I got your logo on my sleeve, and I'm only seventeen
Damn, does your mommy and daddy know that?
The type of shit 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 who over react
Just to see the underdogs all so no now, man
Everywhere that I go, nothing feels the same
They say that I got nothing to show
But, they ain't been on a stage
Man, this shit is amazing
I said this shit is amazing
I said this shit is amazing
With the light show and that look on your face makes it all alright
This shit is amazing



Writer(s): Kairen Tan, Adit Gauchan, James Dean Boserio, Nicholas Mark Lupi, Daniel Neurath


Spit Syndicate - Sunday Gentlemen
Album Sunday Gentlemen
date de sortie
22-02-2013




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