Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Spitting Teeth, artist - Kendra Morris. Date of issue: 30.09.2014
Song language: English
Spitting Teeth |
| If one of us had to go back on the dime one of is so mad we’re seeing blind |
| Why is it that this punch is packed with knives words slice into my side |
| If one of us had to make up for the crime I never got what shards of glass were |
| mine |
| Playing for keeps I’ll take the losers draw spit through teeth I’m open |
| If I go go go and you say say say did you know what was yesterday |
| And I liked to the car and in the drivers seat oh I broke the law repeat repeat |
| Sped to the curb where I hit the gas did a three sixty and then I made a pass |
| For another line that split my vision too wound up off the road chasing after |
| you |
| If one of us had to go back on the dime one of is so mad we’re seeing blind |
| Why is it that this punch is packed with knives words slice into my side |
| If one of us had to make up for the crime I never got what shards of glass were |
| mine |
| Playing for keeps I’ll take the losers draw spit through teeth I’m open |
| So I tried to find another street slowed down to a halt behind me beep beep beep |
| Sunk behind the wheel no one could see I’m a spy the one that punished me |
| As I jotted down the color of dark hair by the bay window my lover turned to |
| stare |
| My chest skips a beat I’m on a losing streak I hang myself to dry and then I |
| claim defeat |
| If one of us had to go back on the dime one of is so mad we’re seeing blind |
| Why is it that this punch is packed with knives words slice into my side |
| If one of us had to make up for the crime I never got what shards of glass were |
| mine |
| Playing for keeps I’ll take the losers draw spit through teeth I’m open |
| Running in circles hitting a brick wall you got me stumbling I’m bumbling I |
| still call |
| Isn’t it just us to look for the keyhole that leads to the gutter I stammer I |
| sutter |
| Imagine me like this elegant hot mess finally disasterously finding the last |
| press on |
| Nailed to the cross my emotions are used funny how when you’re broke all debts |
| are due |
| If one of us had to go back on the dime one of is so mad we’re seeing blind |
| Why is it that this punch is packed with knives words slice into my side |
| If one of us had to make up for the crime I never got what shards of glass were |
| mine |
| Playing for keeps I’ll take the losers draw spit through teeth I’m open |