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letra de sunday gentlemen tour - spit syndicate

[intro: jimmy nice]
yo, hey
h-llo, ladies and gentlemen
ladies and sunday gentlemen
quick question, hey yo

[verse 1: jimmy nice]
y’all miss me? y’all miss me? well i miss y’all, and it sounds so contradictory
you’re out there and i’m in here making history
but i declare six weeks we’ll see you again
and in order to make amends for the distance i brought some friends
i know you patiently waiting, we know it’s been a while
so we partnered up with that jackie o but know we don’t f-ck with kyle
ain’t no need to take [?] sunday gentlemen here
[?] february twenty-second get that pleasure in your ear
tell ’em where we go from here

[verse 2: nick lupi]
yeah, over there, smoke trails in the open air
all the spots that i said i’d be back when i get a moment spare
well that moment here, sunday g’s h-t the road with that one day team
brisbane to bunbury, big pimpin’ like bun b
can’t f-ck with me, f-ck with me, criss-crossing that country
squashed into that tour van, man, ain’t no life of luxury
ain’t no lap dance come for free and i spent all of my money
fresh out of dignity but i make that back comfortably, kai

[verse 3: kai]
h-llo, i’ve never done something like this before
across the map with my clique before, six week goodbye to my chick before
but i’m thrilled to come chill with you and all of your friends
and i got so much to tell you, sh-t, i don’t know where i should begin
and so we hoppin’ on planes, rockin’ on stage if they ever let me through customs
just to see you all there, put your hands in the air, and oh my god i love it
there ain’t no feelin’ like it, right now we’re talkin’ priceless
but one more thing before i’m gone, dixie

[verse 4: joyride]
fitzroy arvos, inner west evenings
northbridge mornings, broads askin’ when we leavin’
wakin’ up in the rentals like an r.e.m. song
everybody hurts but everybody gets along
and there’s a big scene missin’ from the club to the plane
i don’t ask her where she’s from and she don’t ask me the same
i don’t remember much beyond runnin’ a little game
and walkin’ ’round the club drunk and yellin’ out my real name
like “i’m rowan dix, b-tch, suck my d-ck”
i’m gettin’ older, man, i just turned twenty-six
respect to them older girls, you know them backpack chicks
showin’ more than just their age on them snapchat flicks
yeah, that’s that sh-t, we keep ’em mad hot
shouts to tullamarine, shout-out to mascot
we hit the bakery, i’m callin’ it the [?] spot
iphone dyin’, turn everythin’ but the maps off, what

[outro: nick lupi]
ah yeah
the sunday gentlemen tour, spit syndicate
joyride, jackie on-ssis
that one day clique
we’re comin’ to a town near you
we’ll see you soon
peace

- spit syndicate

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