Gutterball Songtext
von Flamingods

There must be something in the air
Now come back to get somewhere
Spit it out
Come on, spit it out

Dreams were meant to wreck them balls
They wanna take it back, I′m trading mores
Spit it out
Come on, spit it out

I'm last bold and I′m that chumps
Got about favorite as she comes
Spit it out
Yeah, yeah, spit it out (woah)
Whoa-oah

There must be something in the air
It's nice getting boots of bill young pair
Spit it out
Come on, spit it out


Chip were meant to break and burst
High made speech and outside bus
Spit it out
Come on, spit it out

I'm last bold and I′m that chumps
Got about favorite as she comes
Spit it out
Yeah, yeah, spit it out
Whoa-oah


I feel
I feel it coming thru′
I got a feeling
Got a feeling round
A feeling of it's own
Got a feeling
I feel it getting thru′
I finally got it
I got it, I got it, I got it
I got it, I got it, I got it
I got it, I got it, I got it
I got it, I got it, I got it
I got it, got it, got it
Got it, got it, got it
Got it, got it, got it