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letra de saliva - jam baxter

[chorus]
i’m like, b-tch, it’s a god d-mn shame you’re a psychopath
please can i have my saliva back?
it was 4am when my eyes detached
flung ’em to the skies and back

i’m like, b-tch, it’s a god d-mn shame you’re a psychopath
please can i have my saliva back?
it was 4am when my eyes detached
flung ’em to the skies and back

[verse 1]
i’m like
cold!
must have conked out for a sec
tongue hanging out of a gouge in her neck
the way this girl works it i’m proud of the sket
but i still couldn’t spare her an ounce of respect (nah)
made my excuses and booted quickly (quick)
blood stains strewn on my gruesome history
airbrushed, looking like a true da vinci
these street lights suck out the human in me
dust in my pockets ain’t legal tender (nah)
mind decked out in this regal splendour
clock strikes 12 and the daemons enter
repainted my eyeb-lls in deep magenta
lecherous beats in a blood red canopy
fought for the stale based crumbs of reality
swam in this flood of warm drunken profanity
pitched up and gazed at the cusp of humanity
his face was just a dead weight on his shoulders
eyes inescapably bulbous
uh
this cold stare flew past
followed by a whole flock of ravens and vultures
yeah
now that’s a chaser
skewer these pigeons
vlad the impaler
they were still plagued by the image of a small child
slipping that short steel shank in a stranger

[chorus]
i’m like, b-tch, it’s a god d-mn shame you’re a psychopath
please can i have my saliva back? (please)
it was 4am when my eyes detached
flung ’em to the skies and back

i’m like, b-tch, it’s a god d-mn shame you’re a psychopath
please can i have my saliva back?
it was 4am when my eyes detached
flung ’em to the skies and back

it’s like d-mn (d-mn)
stagger in a jam
clutch that bottle till it shatters in your hand
every night is the same wave crashing on the sand
and we ride it (ride)
every night wake up ride it

stagger in a jam (jam)
clutch that bottle till it shatters in your hand
every night is the same wave crashing on the sand
and we ride it (ride)
every night wake up ride it

(ride it), ride it

[verse 2]
yeah
their world’s dead out, might as well checkout
my man cut his face off and he bled out
rocking that washed out mask of a sell out
how many solid gold bricks did you sh-ll out? (how many)
yeah, i still love this place (yeah)
wry smile melts on his sun kissed face
acid in my back pocket just in case (go)
lynch mobs running at a stuck pig’s pace
i just wanna see the future unfold in a deckchair
threadbare
growing fly traps by the hectare
i ain’t gonna live in your cartoon drawing
as you sit tryna cultivate chest hair (chest hair)
freshly peeled humans (uh)
we sit and dissect ’em
your entire life’s like stills from a snuff film
stuffed in a draw in a burnt out bedroom
and i’ll be living this life till i flat line (flat line)
slipping off slices of [mankind?]
my man’s living this life like a landmine
bang!
i’ll be there when you capsize, fam (yeah)
and his ships weren’t seaworthy
and half of these teens won’t see 30
their spit polished eyelids seem dirty
scrub ’em off now, i ain’t gonna leave early

[chorus]
b-tch, it’s a god d-mn shame you’re a psychopath
please can i have my saliva back?
it was 4am when my eyes detached
flung ’em to the skies and back

i’m like, b-tch, it’s a god d-mn shame you’re a psychopath
please can i have my saliva back?
it was 4am when my eyes detached
flung ’em to the skies and back
it’s like, d-mn

stagger in a jam
clutch that bottle till it shatters in your hand
every night is the same wave crashing on the sand
and we ride it
every night wake up ride it

- jam baxter

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