Spit at Me
There was a girl and her friend and her friend and his friend and
Where was the other little kid again
Stuck in the only open bathroom in the junior high school
Once in a while where no one could find them
The girl and the group went along to shoot through their straws
Bang through the halls wads of gum and saliva
Dripping down the stalls
And in the stalls
And in the stall of the bathroom in the venue
Inside the smallest room that they've ever been to
While everyone else is up in the front row
The girl and her friend and his friend where the lights show
Spitting up front in the splash zone
After spitting up shit from 15 years ago
Spitting
They just spit at me spit at me spit at me spit at me
Crazed for the hits on me hits on me hits on me
Spitting deep red right down in the porcelain bowl
Fist to your face a nasty blow, a blow, a blow
The girl and her friends and his friend wanted to go back for more
Shows done, that's all folks just a ringing in their ears anymore
Blurry eyes and a foggy mind
And they wanted to see what else they could do
From the bathroom to the bathroom to the bathroom
And the punch to the nose
And the blood pouring out
And the blood in the bowl and
Ohhhh
They just spit at me spit at me spit at me spit at me
Crazed for the hits on me hits on me hits on me
They just spit at me spit at me spit at me spit at me
Crazed for the hits the hits the hits the hits the hits
Where was the other little kid again
Stuck in the only open bathroom in the junior high school
Once in a while where no one could find them
The girl and the group went along to shoot through their straws
Bang through the halls wads of gum and saliva
Dripping down the stalls
And in the stalls
And in the stall of the bathroom in the venue
Inside the smallest room that they've ever been to
While everyone else is up in the front row
The girl and her friend and his friend where the lights show
Spitting up front in the splash zone
After spitting up shit from 15 years ago
Spitting
They just spit at me spit at me spit at me spit at me
Crazed for the hits on me hits on me hits on me
Spitting deep red right down in the porcelain bowl
Fist to your face a nasty blow, a blow, a blow
The girl and her friends and his friend wanted to go back for more
Shows done, that's all folks just a ringing in their ears anymore
Blurry eyes and a foggy mind
And they wanted to see what else they could do
From the bathroom to the bathroom to the bathroom
And the punch to the nose
And the blood pouring out
And the blood in the bowl and
Ohhhh
They just spit at me spit at me spit at me spit at me
Crazed for the hits on me hits on me hits on me
They just spit at me spit at me spit at me spit at me
Crazed for the hits the hits the hits the hits the hits
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Writer(s): Elizabeth Vossler, Kian White, Parker Cavender
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