Jam Baxter

Jam Baxter - Vines lyrics

rate me

(Verse)

Look! Seems it ain't goin' to take me tonight

Send my luv to the lady in white

Ya can tell 'em all I'll be back (with it?)

Next summer, wit the same damn pace, just save me a slice

Like

What have I done, who have I offended

A skinny green bitch, wit the pitch black lenses

Frog fell & flushed him, inspect the forensics

Sons of the sky to a swarm of detectives

Dry retchin's, purge me a river

Sale every beached whale out of yo face

Ya can take a hard left at the burnin' gorilla

Swing a right at the ice cold mountain of waste

That, sly snake & his feline bredrins

Slipped the whole galaxy between my intestines

Shot thru a spiral of hardwire fencin'

A garrison of ghouls in the moonlight restin'

Who painted a billion versions of my face on the curtains encased in the streaks

& sent that man in a bowler hat swingin' thru the foals wit a blunt blue blade in his teeth

Not sure, sat there dead in the centre

Are ya aware that these ships are sinkin'?

Burnin' sails blanket water in embers

Whats wit them thick green drinks yo drinkin'?

Man, low me a sip

Ya seen that chick wit the legs that stretch off deep in the distance

Infinite fishnet tights on fell feet draped in a fabric of boundless existence

Nah? Guess ya got commitments - cool

I left a message wit the people

Turn my insides out check em on the ground like come bruh tell me which bits aren't evil

(Interlude)

Ya wit the hat, can I have a bit of yo drink, please?

That's disrespectful, come on man!

(Chorus)

I ain't even 2 cups deep, so we ain't even halfway finished

Watch life bleed thru the cracks, in a skyline crawlin' wit wide-eye spirits

& ya ain't goin' to peel that face off, unless ya want to down that chaser

Rolled up & shot thru the night on cannon ball, tell em all I'll be back lata

(Verse 2)

A chief in the check suit mastered the bitch slap

Ya got to give to the kid he got skill

But he ain't goin' to keep a man locked

In the corridor lickin' at the walls all night, nah chill

Besides I been seein' his serpentine sister, runnin' that chirpse like a right creep

Runnin' itchy wrinkles & burst in a slosh fiesta

As lesson 2 stripped down psyche

It's blessed! Did that plump ol' woman just dropkick death?

Did that mild mannered mild aged chick

Just pull a pack of wolves from a hole in 'er toxic flesh?

Must be playin' that cosmic chess, you'll neva take the queen out

Solid gold drill to the fore head, stand up scrape the weeds out

Offer me a powdered world without limits on a stained glass plate in a house of vagrants

Find every flaw in that well worn brain stem announced on a tannoy in a crowded station

What a washout! Drop out, full time cop out

Spent his time drunk on a life long long out

A circular slug trail smeared on the pavement

A run down waste man a first round knocker

Who sent this amplified midget? Gassin' on a milk crate screamin'

Twist his minuscule neck, neck anotha cup

Are ya sure that wasn't yo tongue speakin'?

Bring em all out an immortal mistress in a shiftin' amorphous mask of our craftin'

Swans in spinnin' them webs of white light unravelin' a reel o' answers in passin'

This is the hand ya were dealt, use it to swing out or strangle yoself

Use it to rip away realms of existence or use it to build em candles that melt

Into blackness flickerin' into midnight madness

Ya ain't goin' to see that road to Damascus

Live among humans or live among actors, yo choice

They got this whole sh*t backwards

(Interlude)

Yo, can ya get off yo phone, please, please

That paper mache things 1 mo' time to sketch out

(Chorus)

I ain't even 2 cups deep, so we ain't even halfway finished

Watch life bleed thru the cracks, in a skyline crawlin' wit wide-eye spirits

& ya ain't goin' to peel that face off, unless ya want to down that chaser

Rolled up & shot thru the night on cannon ball, tell em all I'll be back lata

(Outro)

I ain't even done wit it yet

I ain't halfway finished, 1 billion & 1 teeth chew thru the sky

Life bleeds thru the cracks in the bite-size minutes

& ya ain't goin' to peel that face off, sat pickin' thru the raw data

Flung thru the night on a cannon ball

Tear a whole thru the sky peace I'll be back lata

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