36 lyrics for "Spit me out"
I will not be a spoon-fed bird Or beg for mercy from above Oh let my cord become unplugged And I will not burden those I love The ceiling's too familiar Laying slack-jawed on my back And the words spit out like puzzles As she tries to fill the gap But my
PlayYou're just a sad song, with nothing to say About a life-long, wait for a hospital stay And if you think that I'm wrong This never meant nothing to you If I'm so wrong (so wrong, so wrong) How can you listen all night long? (night long, night long)
PlayI know perfect timing feels like I'm too late Check me out And I know I'm still great in spite of my mistakes You know it's authentic, every rhyme I say My only regret is I made niggas wait See, ain't too many like us, we like vintage Bape And I don't
PlayHe’s the shining in the light Without whom I cannot see Insurrection, he is spite He’s the force that made me be Nostro Dispater Nostr'Alma Mater We're standing here by the abyss
PlayI'm going back down south now. If you wanna go, Is how far you wanna go, I'm gonna go, Baby's gonna be a big one. I'm going back down south now ahh Come on out and dance, If you get the chance, We're gonna spit on the rival.
PlayI'm about to do it like this here Walk over spit game in this bitch ear Let her know my name and I got it right here Yeah, Steal The Show baby I'ma have to ride the ride the ride Till I find a girl to slip inside Ice Cube ain't never been shot
PlayFuck me! I'm all out of enemies Spit it out All you wanna do is drag me down All I wanna do is stamp you out Did you ever gave a damn in the first place Maybe it's time you had the tables turned 'Cause in the interest of all involved I got the problem
PlayHe’s the shining in the light Without whom I cannot see Insurrection, he is spite He’s the force that made me be Nostro Dispater Nostr'Alma Mater We're standing here by the abyss
PlayIt's a fatal illusion Lost inside the system, locked away without a key No one will ever miss a menace to society A gross lack of potential, bad decisions made in spite A touchy hairpin trigger and such a wasted life Trying to break the mold of a broken
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