Spitshine

You could be the boss, the bad man in charge Big banner, live large, 12 car garage Iron fist strong arm, heavy handed raj But it’s all a mirage and it ain’t what it oughta be How could it deteriorate...

I'm not too hell bent on your cradled views I'm not too hell bent on spitshined shoes I'm not too hell bent on your broken prayer I'm not too hell bent, nor do I care I'm not your spitshine I'm not...

SPITSHINE Come on and hit me with the real thing You knock me up and then back down again Come on and hit me with the real thing You knock me up and then back out again I've been waiting I wait with...