Quit Doin' It Lyrics - Mates Of State

Humble lady 

Now that medicine's my art 

Medicine is art 

It toughens up default 

Humble lady 

Now that medicine's my art 

Medicine is art 

It toughens up default 

Different characters the same 

Some just do it with poise 

I could do it again 

I could do it with poise 

Numbers, figures and lines 

All the misty-eyed cards 

About now I wish to stop 

The lusterd to wash it off 

Different characters the same 

Some just do it with poise 

I could do it again 

I could do it with poise 

Numbers, figures and lines 

All the misty-eyed cards 

About now you scrape the tops 

Just shake it, it's all you got 

Let us in and who belongs to his mother? 

The robe fits tight 

My hands were wide with spots unworn 

And no, no, no 

Let us in, remain until you notice how 

The robe fits tight 

You shouldn't have gone so far from here 

And no more medicine in me 

Different characters the same 

Some just do it with poise 

I could do it again 

I could do it with poise 

Numbers, figures and lines 

All the misty-eyed cards