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letra de eh oh (feat. lee scott) - jam baxter

[verse 1]
it’s just me meself and i
and we rove through thick and thin
quick to break it down while your slowly giving in
pelt ’em with these trophies if we won’t admit we went
head shaking sounding like broken biccy tin
[?] listening like their tapping the phone line
i don’t give a f-ck though, i’m a man of me own mind
nothing but bad habits that won’t die
even the bobbies wobble past me like “oh my!”
leave ’em to where i see you through with, the people knew it
you wantеd to be problem to me, i bеat you to it
no chance, i don’t dance unless there’s body involved
columbo with a problem to solve
type smug, make some gin in a white mug
and base me liking everything’ll be a right hug
like ah, he was a bright star then he got nine bar
now he wants to die in a nice car

[chorus]
i said i wanna go to heaven but there ain’t no way
i’ve accepted that sh-t, though we say “ok”
i said i wanna go to heaven but there ain’t no way
i’ve accepted that sh-t, though we say “ok”

[verse 2]
livin’ like a tropical goth
stick the pipette in a bottle and i’m swallowin’ drops
stick your f-ckin’ tongue out if you want it or not
(nah, man) nah? (nah) f-ck you then
if you wanna have ice i can spare you a few gems
[?] send me and i’ll be your true friend
excuse me while i tie up your girl with the loose ends
i just wanna buy me some whip or your new benz
i’ve been hopping borders to burma and back, brother
while you were busy drunk and so murdered your grandmother
see your face appear on the curb and your fam shudder
’cause they never wanna cross with a version of stamp lover
[pre-chorus]
you ain’t equipped to survive out here, here, here
oh you wanna link, sounds dry, sounds real, real, real
feel free to die now, cheers, cheers, cheers
you’re hung dry, sunshine, lie down by down here

[chorus]
i said i wanna go to heaven but there ain’t no way (f-ck, man, cool, man)
but i got a devil on my payroll, ayy (crave your crowns and sh-t)
i said i wanna go to heaven but there ain’t no way (f-ck it, man, that’s [?])
but i got a devil on my payroll, ayy
(money, f-ck your money, serious money)
(real amounts of money)
([?])
(take money)

[outro]
and, ah, what we’re going to do right now is make some more cornelian cherry liqueur. on my walks across the neighbourhood, i came across cornelian cherry, okay? and the timing was fantastic
because cornelian cherries, erm, ripen towards the end of fall- er- end of, er, summer, beginning of fall, right? so this is the perfect time. september is really some- october is maybe a little late
august is too early so september is when cornelian cherries ripen, in my part of the world anyway
“they’re absolutely phenomenal”
“h-llo?”
“h-llo!”
“catherine?”
“who’s [?]”
“catherine, where are you?”
“well, what are you up to?”
“oh, just having a wired drink”

- jam baxter

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