Slaves - Spit It Out Lyrics
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Spit It Out
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What Are The Lyrics For Spit It Out By Slaves?
Sucking on a sour sweet
Blisters on your tongue Sucking on a sour sweet Sitting on your thumb Spit it out, spit it out, spit it out, spit it out Spit it out, spit it out, spit it out, spit it out Spit it Sucking on a sour sweet Waiting for a train Looking at the information Ready to complain Thinking back on better days How it used to be Pull yourself together boy You're only twenty three (Come on) What are you gonna' do about it? What are you gonna' do about it? What are you gonna' do about it? Oh, what's a boy to do? Spit it out, spit it out, spit it out, spit it out Spit it out, spit it out, spit it out, spit it out Spit it Chewing on a razor blade Pissing in the wind Laughter in a canister Breakfast in a tin Maybe you should put yourself In someone else's shoes Try hard not to dwell upon Decisions that you choose (Come on) What are you gonna' do about it? What are you gonna' do about it? What are you gonna' do about it? Oh, what's a boy to do? Spit it out, spit it out, spit it out, spit it out Spit it out, spit it out, spit it out, spit it out Spit it What are you gonna' do about it? What are you gonna' do about it? What are you gonna' do about it? Oh, what's a boy to do? Spit it out, spit it out, spit it out, spit it out Spit it out, spit it out, spit it out, spit it out Spit it out, spit it out, spit it out Spit it out, spit it out, spit it out, spit it out |
Who Wrote Spit It Out By Slaves?
Lawrence Vincent, Isaac Holman
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What's The Duration Of The Spit It Out By Slaves?The duration of Spit It Out is 2:42 minutes and seconds. |
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