Sean. O - Spittin All The Time (SAT) lyrics

[Verse 1: Jack The Spitter] Finna get this new sh** cracking Wish i had a dollar to a track man I'm looking down on the people i had factions with Fatal attraction to rap make em boys men Goddamn s'times this life poison Need a necktie hang to the ceiling f** your label i ain't need no more friends Only anonymous, make the world end Ugh, and we still looking for answers And tho we may not ever find em still we dancing romancing The truth k** us like manson And yeah it hurt, but what hasn't? f** the dreams we still grasping If we can make it, we have it f**ing maverick of music, choosing to lucidly sail The dream i'm living nowhere near to the life in the old tales Said to do it just to do it when doing it's half the trail I fail to get my message across is the day i fail to be Jack spitter, "school quitter" "a** kisser," b**h please Only did it for kings, and yes i refer to me Get the reefer in my vision need incision of the lean (stat) Spitting All the Time, f** yo SAT [Hook:] Spittin All the Time, f** yo SAT [Verse 2: Jakob] Tryna get through my demons But when I get on questions Answers vivid alusid and dreamy As always thats mentioned Sure you noticed that when I'm feeling sad Or stupid I'm blinded By others that keep forgetting to lessin' Gotta go fast when I time it Forgetting and shoved Doin better now more above Dancing round to old records And f**in without a glove Whats cookin I'm guessing Its hot and blackened like lungs when I arsine These f**ing cigs that I mess with Caught up spittin, beg your pardon In my throat choking Upchucking whats Nothing It weakens My stomach so abrupt when In frame take pictures Getting head quicker Deep thoughts on the liquor After 10 or 7 times sicker Still in love with girls That always tell me I'm better co*k bigger than a Glock 9 to my brains on the dresser Undress her hands softer When browsing my rivers Veins thicker when screaming Under the silk and soft covers Down under I'm finished now Praise her decisions Looser sick of the sh** or Whatever you f**ing told her [Outro: Jack The Spitter] And we just do it just to do it Give a f** about a charge f** the label, f** the music No permission, let that sh** talk (augh)