Spit

He was always sick he could never play, he could never play He's the first to admit that he made mistakes, he made mistakes He had it in his grip but it got away (He had it in his grip but it got away) It got away (It got away) Blood in your spit every fucking day (Blood in your spit every fucking day) Crying over it doesn't make any difference You've got the keys to your kingdom Yeah, but the gold on your wrist makes you feel like you're invincible Invincible