Fuck It-Spit Syndicate

歌手 : Spit Syndicate

专辑 : Orbit

语种 : 纯音乐

时长 : 03:10

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TXT Fuck It-Spit Syndicate 文本歌词

" 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."

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**k 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 passing 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

Ain't give a f**k 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**ks 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

I don't mean to be the one to

Tell you I'm the coldest

Ayy, f**k it, f**k it

F**k it, it's nothin'

City on my shoulders squat it

Wonder how long (how long) I'ma hold it

We say "F**k it, f**k it

F**k it, it's nothin'"

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

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 shit drop, when they hear the shit tuck it

I might go nine minutes on this shit

F**k it, f**k it

F**k it, f**k yeah

Take Tupperware everywhere we go now

'Cause I love the scrap, 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 shit or the seven One Dayers

I don't mean to be the one to

Tell you I'm the coldest

Ayy, f**k it, f**k it

F**k it, it's nothin'

City on my shoulders squat it

Wonder how long (how long) I'ma hold it

We say "F**k it, f**k it

F**k it" Shoom

Two beeps out the front then we rollin'

Bet you know the company we keep

Man, I don't give a damn what the next man holdin'

When you keep a hand might fold

And I ride the beat like the damn thing stolen

Stolen, shit

Barely been a year since last time we told 'em

everybody rollin'