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Sunken Place Video (MV)




Performed By: Spit Infinity
Length: 2:27
Written by: Dylan Jones




Spit Infinity - Sunken Place Lyrics




Watchin a whitey shed tears
Drive through Montclair first gear
Went to New Seasons they scared
They don't want no coloreds round here
Gotta get the f*ck up from round here
Get my cuts and then tuck outta here
These whitey remind me of Get Out
Gotta get the f*ck up from round here

I got the Crocs with the Louis V locks
And I swear it be causin dilemmas
I hit yo daughter last night with no socks
And I swear I be givin her tremors
A fortnight ago she was watchin my watch
And she told me she like how it shimmer
Said that her dad in the neighborhood watch
But I'm strapped so I'm killin a Zimmer
Till death do I part with that strap
And I swear it's my second amendment
I pray to the lord everyday he forgive me
For all of this sinnin
And it's peace always till you touch my fam
I'll get a life sentence
It's a thousand ways to die
But I'll tell you your demise
Inna bout ten minutes

Watchin a whitey shed tears
Drive through Montclair first gear
Went to New Seasons they scared
They don't want no coloreds round here
Gotta get the f*ck up from round here
Get my cuts and then tuck outta here
These whitey remind me of Get Out
Gotta get the f*ck up from round here

I'm so focused like Adderall phetamine
Niggas is actin like they is ahead of me
I hit the gas and it was for my betterment
Not sellin rock
Not servin sediment
Please don't talk needa out of court settlement
Fifteen m's and I need the hoe wedding ring
Punk rock thooter like Skrillex and bangarang
I'm a real player like tonic and Tanqueray
You a bum nigga
Put ya gas on layaway
When I go vacay I go away away
If you not based then stay away
The choppa get loud like a K-array
Tap in with the reaper and fade away
I guess it just wasn't his day today
Tap in with the reaper and fade away
I guess it just wasn't his day today

I'm sinkin down
Sinkin down
Sinkin slow
I can't feel myself
Feel myself
Got no control

Watchin a whitey shed tears
Drive through Montclair first gear
Went to New Seasons they scared
They don't want no coloreds round here
Gotta get the f*ck up from round here
Get my cuts and then tuck outta here
These whitey remind me of Get Out
Gotta get the f*ck up from round here

I cannot take the prescriptions they give me
I cannot take the prescriptions they give me
I'm tuckin off and then handlin business
I'm tuckin off and then handlin business
I cannot take the prescriptions they give me
I cannot take the prescriptions they give me
I'm tuckin off and then handlin business
I'm tuckin off and then handlin business
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Watchin a whitey shed tears
Drive through Montclair first gear
Went to New Seasons they scared
They don't want no coloreds round here
Gotta get the f*ck up from round here
Get my cuts and then tuck outta here
These whitey remind me of Get Out
Gotta get the f*ck up from round here

I got the Crocs with the Louis V locks
And I swear it be causin dilemmas
I hit yo daughter last night with no socks
And I swear I be givin her tremors
A fortnight ago she was watchin my watch
And she told me she like how it shimmer
Said that her dad in the neighborhood watch
But I'm strapped so I'm killin a Zimmer
Till death do I part with that strap
And I swear it's my second amendment
I pray to the lord everyday he forgive me
For all of this sinnin
And it's peace always till you touch my fam
I'll get a life sentence
It's a thousand ways to die
But I'll tell you your demise
Inna bout ten minutes

Watchin a whitey shed tears
Drive through Montclair first gear
Went to New Seasons they scared
They don't want no coloreds round here
Gotta get the f*ck up from round here
Get my cuts and then tuck outta here
These whitey remind me of Get Out
Gotta get the f*ck up from round here

I'm so focused like Adderall phetamine
Niggas is actin like they is ahead of me
I hit the gas and it was for my betterment
Not sellin rock
Not servin sediment
Please don't talk needa out of court settlement
Fifteen m's and I need the hoe wedding ring
Punk rock thooter like Skrillex and bangarang
I'm a real player like tonic and Tanqueray
You a bum nigga
Put ya gas on layaway
When I go vacay I go away away
If you not based then stay away
The choppa get loud like a K-array
Tap in with the reaper and fade away
I guess it just wasn't his day today
Tap in with the reaper and fade away
I guess it just wasn't his day today

I'm sinkin down
Sinkin down
Sinkin slow
I can't feel myself
Feel myself
Got no control

Watchin a whitey shed tears
Drive through Montclair first gear
Went to New Seasons they scared
They don't want no coloreds round here
Gotta get the f*ck up from round here
Get my cuts and then tuck outta here
These whitey remind me of Get Out
Gotta get the f*ck up from round here

I cannot take the prescriptions they give me
I cannot take the prescriptions they give me
I'm tuckin off and then handlin business
I'm tuckin off and then handlin business
I cannot take the prescriptions they give me
I cannot take the prescriptions they give me
I'm tuckin off and then handlin business
I'm tuckin off and then handlin business
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Writer: Dylan Jones
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