Amazing (Explicit)

Amazing (Explicit) - Spit Syndicate

So what's going on

In that heady yours

Nick you've been gone

Lost in the space between dusk and mid dawn

In and out of the loop

Connected but with drawn

Living in sync with the Lord I've been torn

The straws they've been drawn

The shortest of all

The long arm of the law

Might find my prints on

Lint in my pocket getting my skin on

Another cigarette I should be pulling the pin on

Ohhh

Philosophise but we chop up smoke

Then we blow it to the skies baby lock and load

Lock and load

Now that's a sure sign that we on the ropes

When you got the occupiers yelling stop the boats

I'm from a place where they persecute the neediest

Talk about equality won't tax the greediest

Ain't gotta ask what I think of those leading us

Bunch of small minded motherf**kers like Oedipus

We off the chain the charts we off everything

Money over bullsh*t

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 go

Trying to book shows only ever getting no

Getting twenty grand loans

Just to get out on the road

Ohhh

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

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

Nothing feels the same

The same

They say that I got nothing to show

To show to show

They been on the stage stage

Man this sh*t is amazing

Yeah

I said this sh*t is amazing

Yeah

I said this sh*t is amazing

With the light show and that look on your face

Makes it all alright ah ah

Need you to keep that camera rolling for me

See me in all my glory

On my budha most skin

Then spit me a story

Starts of when I was a shorty

Was never much of a gamer

To busy

Throwing game at the daughters of all my neighbours

Grew up an only child and I

Only had me to hold me down

Never followed the crowd

Look at me now

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 bullsh*t

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

Ohhh

Two swirl letters a pyramid in between

She said she f**k with your team

Well show me what you mean

I got your logo on my sleeve

And I'm only seventeen

Lets go lets go

But it's spit syndicate there's

There's no

There's no will in that

D**n

Does your mommy and daddy know that

The type of sh*t will keep me going

Though I'm never going back

To disrespecting my mother and living out of a bag

Black room

A hand full of dudes who don't clap

Ohhhh

Now we pack stands and fans over react

Just to see the underdogs also known as man

Everywhere that I go I go I go

Nothing feels the same the same the same

They say that I got nothing to show to show to show

They been on the stage stage

Man this sh*t is amazing

Yeah

I said this sh*t is amazing

Yeah

I said this sh*t is amazing

With the light show and that look on your face

Makes it all alright

Man this sh*t is amazing

But you're one

One day

Sunday gentleman gentleman gentleman gentleman

But you're one

One day

I said Sunday gentleman gentleman gentleman gentleman

Oh yeah you're welcome

One day

Sunday gentlemen gentlemen gentlemen gentlemen gentlemen

Gentlemen gentlemen gentlemen gentlemen gentlemen