Jam Baxter

Jam Baxter - Leash (Cont.) lyrics

rate me

Yeah cut ‘em in the end

Ain’t kinda of guests, swallow with her friends

Want ‘em scank then we started all again

‘til we bounce, we fill all and we busting all again

Like a flan of rule, drive ‘em for a fence

Cause all extend ‘til the bottom,

And he get shit you never be enormous again

Sorry you never be enormous again

A sinking, a creping and a non-stop mornin’

Starching above to the silhouette across

Looks like we fall back and let it remove

We found cause stanching with the devil in the low

To a (?) that’s deep stick, spotted in the corner

The demons without fazy in

We got slap with the Ying-Yang, beat in the form plan

Find somethin’ else to believe in

It’s those demons, never see a new here beating

Get between the extremes bugged off still breathing

Nah, just been looking at the team so looking for the remorse

Squash to the seed man, trapped in the plan

Gloss pop and get boom-boom and change

Fix the lies in and hold on the fame

Writing lines down since I run the collection

A roast of inventions and colder brain

Yeah cut ‘em in the end

Ain’t kinda of guests, swallow with her friends

Want ‘em scank then we started all again

‘til we bounce, we fill all and we busting all again

Like a flan of rule, drive ‘em for a fence

Cause all extend ‘til the bottom,

And he get shit you never be enormous again

Sorry you never be enormous again

What? You think I win this for you?

All day gripping in the beats but with the blue bottles

We’ll chase by Merman filaments

Screaming, great to the new fuckers

Why not, get the tales

The women that you see is use for the dpam

End of your sentence but we do your mind

We’ll fuck ‘em, the future is mine

Rise up the king of both things

But they sing some but the Singapore sling

So every issue with a little more tang

But I just popped out when your killer caught in

With a small scourge face and deliver your sting

Sings become a scorpion head dress

Rise to a ripper never wrapped to a (?)

Sis the way that the people we love til we blow

And night sense like a punch on the door

Now I’m fine to go, spend a couple comfortable month and get on

We here, let mind hunt for more

We here from the slum to the door

We sold in the street just bases, full sing drop

We didn’t need the cages

Flies on the pay role, needs to remain strong

With the other eyes on the great escaping

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