Jam Baxter - Clockwork lyrics
rate me(Verse)
Nice lil picture ya painted
But it's missin' the horn & tail motif that fits wit them whimsical faces
Traces of blood in the teeth of my soul tied in place
Call it still life in the city that stole time & space
Burn yo brushes brother, lick the pallet clean
Scrub the eyes to wipe away the splash of green
See I'll play the singular kid at yo exhibition
Pissin' blood on every canvas til' they match my premonitions
Fuck an artist, a couple dark streaks decorate my inside
Read between the heartbeats, chew this, half each
I'll bleed the night dry & wear his skin as a success story dragged across the sky
Got, last weeks mess on my mind, I took a minute to remember it's fine
Cause I grab every millisecond by the neck & chew it whole
The past times of a decadent swine
(Hook)
Yeah, clowns in the clockwork fuckin' wit my minutes
Get yo hands off the glass stop touchin' the exhibits
Sit out, sit sit out head butt the hourglass let that shit spill out
Clowns in the clockwork fuckin' wit yo minutes
Got them small town goons out gunnin' fo' yo image
Swing out, swing swing out, drop kick the hourglass let that shit spill out
(Verse 2)
Spillin' laminated cakes on contaminated plates
More crumbs than ya could cram in yo evaporatin' face
Gone, an I ain't felt a drop of rain yet
Gone, still ain't felt a drop of rain yet
I tried not to comment yo lack of facial features
As yo offered yo existence to yo allocated jesus
Submerged in a mixture of tankery & spitaly reminded me a lil of a marinatin' fetus
Fire up the grill, cooked him eventually
Foraged in my stomach fo' a spare shred of empathy
Flung it to the pack of dogs drained of an adrena' eater
That suckle at the feet of any vacuous celebrity
My propensity fo' killin' it is crazy
I ain't put a fuckin' foot wrong lately
An I ain't gotta magnify my issues til' they fill my field of vision
When these minuscule things still amaze me
(Hook)
Yeah, clowns in the clockwork fuckin' wit my minutes
Get yo hands off the glass stop touchin' the exhibits
Sit out, sit sit out head butt the hourglass let that shit spill out
Clowns in the clockwork fuckin' wit yo minutes
Got them small town goons out gunnin' fo' yo image
Swing out, swing swing out, drop kick the hourglass let that shit spill out
(Verse 3)
Life, ya give it lil meanin'
I been givin' it that dimethyltrypta meanin'
Figures interweavin' shootin' shivers thru yo innards meanin'
Daytrip in space get yo face reconfigured meanin'
I neva like the smell of skin congealin'
Out on tour gettin' lifted til' I hit the ceilin'
Need to neck half of this befo' I can begin the evenin'
Pigs'll need to seize the rig befo' I can consider leavin'
Thats still the ethos, CP'z the crew fo' real
Every leech splattered thru my dark parts knew the deal
Come work a child shift as a human shield &
Find out how a standard issue warnin' in the future feels
So stand to the side, I'm surgically attached to the vibe
Neva endin' joy in a miraculous mind
Cause ya ain't fuckin' wit the head space, it's back to the grind
(Hook)
Yeah, clowns in the clockwork fuckin' wit my minutes
Get yo hands off the glass stop touchin' the exhibits
Sit out, sit sit out head butt the hourglass let that shit spill out
Clowns in the clockwork fuckin' wit yo minutes
Got them small town goons out gunnin' fo' yo image
Swing out, swing swing out, drop kick the hourglass let that shit spill out
