Lyrics:
dress you up in lies and you're left naked with the truth
You throw your head back, and you spit in the wind
Let the walls crack, 'cause it lets
jammin' almost every night
And it always sounds so tight
I can hear it rip
Like a dog shit spit in the wind
Nobody cares
I can remember old Luke E Jones
don't wake up
Spit in the wind cause too much is not enough
It starts and ends with you
It starts and ends with you
And I've worn so many faces
dress you up in lies and you're
left naked with the truth
You throw your head back, and you spit in the wind
Let the walls crack, 'cause it lets
the wind
Chilling In the cut while I'm sipping on this Gin
Death is creeping over like it's spit in the wind
Chilling In the cut while I'm sipping on this,
up push up push up push up push up (Okay)
[Redman]
Yo E stick a fork in 'em while I hit 'em again
Spit in the wind, biz with a dent on the end, I
or maybe a gold ark floating up the Hudson
when you spit in the wind it comes right back at you
Strawman, going straight to the devil
Strawman, going
or spit in the wind
It's all been done but you can do it all again
You got a fine mind and you're gonna have use it
Don't forget your heart put some love
and this ain't just talking
I've been a dead man walking
Born again
Yes I'm born again
I'll be white knuckle gripping when I spit in the wind
Riding
I'm solid and I'm laced
But if you spit in the wind, its gonna blow right back in your face
Bosses love me, lames don't like me
I don't want them
a stair with the miles between us
Spit in the wind 'til he winds the tiller
(I can see, I can see, I can see)
When you make bartender with an 88 track
a stair with the miles between us
Spit in the wind 'til he winds the tiller
(I can see, I can see, I can see)
When you make bartender with an 88 track
activity
So don't spit in the wind in the Windy City
Consider me your best friend if
I end you quickly
I've written your fate in C++
Read the Javascripts
spit in the wind
Man, if it were only that simple
I'd add a guilt frame to encore
I'd board myself inside my room
To trace the wilting contour
One petal
A puppet, marionette in waiting
Well I had it and I spit in the wind
I crave I crave I crave in frenzy
Vacate into the black night
A punky glance
leave you alone
Harsh reality is the case
Like when you spit in the wind
It might come back in your face
I just came to get my shit, no anger
You was
often trip on your bootlace
You spit in the wind and it blows in your face
But you don't seem concerned
That they find you absurd
Motorists honk at you
confronted and true
lackin' respect
you choose to spit in the wind
but karmas' chasin' you blamin' me
i'll be your
scapegoat
scapegoat
scapegoat
scapegoat
THE NET
Kick that ball, shoot it in the net now
Spit in the wind, watch out for your face now
If we got the ball, they don't have it
Pass it around
hotter than flame on!
Pick up my dust
Bitch I flow like Niagra
I spit in the wind and it storm like katrina
These niggas don't know what They got in arena
from the fight
Do you? Do you?
Do you ever spit in the wind
Just to feel alive?
Shooting straight up into the sky
cnd hoping you survive
Do you ever
Do you? Do you?
Do you ever spit in the wind
Just to feel alive?
Shooting straight up into the sky
And hoping you survive
Do you ever feel like a spy
You smoked with a grin
You were huffin' profusely
You spit in the wind
Then tried to seduce me
One Sunday mornin'
You're acting crazy my friend
of others
You can write your congressmen
And fucking spit in the wind
For all the good it'll do you friend
We haven't got the luxury
Of neutral
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