You feed me lies and I can't keep them down
So I spit them right back out
At your feet
The ones you asked me to kiss
But I'll diss
Talk shit get hit
Talk shit get hit
Talk shit get hit
Talk shit get hit
I grab a handful of soil to look at the worms, it's a beautiful world
You are the dirt that sticks under my nails
I use a mechanical pencil to push you out
But the lead leaves a stain
Talk shit get hit
Talk shit get hit
Talk shit get hit
Talk shit get hit
You feed the fire of lies about me, you burned all of our poetry
You feed me lies and I can't keep them down,
So I spit them right back out
Just like old times, just like old times
Oh (You feed me lies and I can't keep them down)
Oh (So I spit them right back out)
credits
from Trophy Wife,
track released April 7, 2017
Lyrics by Emily
supported by 12 fans who also own “Talk Shit Get Hit”
This album is TIGHT! When I first heard the single, "Wichita" I was stunned... Scrunchies uses the influences of so many "genres" past and still comes out with something fresh and original! Wesley Meier