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letra de who - jam baxter

[verse 1 – jam baxter]
yeah, look
he was born with a large gravitational pull
stuffed them full of lies ’til their faces were full
even their sungl-sses were made of the wool
that covered their eyes, blind mice chasing a ball
grease beast, horns piercing, all jeering
the fried mind collective but rest in a small clearing
in this jungle of drug swapping carnage i couldn’t spot a sociopath in the narl branches
that’s a given, wispy suspicion in a plasticine prison
come on bruv, listen!
fisherprice my first backstabbing kit arrives
unpackaged in the slime, man are in the hidden hive
live a lie, die a lie
the fiction solidifies, little dry spy and eyes clocked in the nick of time
now vilified, called them all philistines
stepped out, edged out the rest of ’em in his mind
last chocolate in the box with a bitter filling
left the winners with ’em, weird thoughts slipping with him
new crew, more waste, lets face dinner with him
f-ck up, liquor sipping suck up, sniffing, sniffing
a string of women spilling scorn on a blood hound
yapping in an evening, discretely rubbed out
leave at sundown, that night was freezing
thief’s losing chief, three strikes defeat him
three wheeling to a long squashed city
run out of town by the pitch fork committee
some special witch hunt, gravity reversing
repelling any burning ball of gas to ever spurn him
turning into once villain building an outhouse
brick by brick, disturbingly house proud
midnight’s b-tch, in a large blast radius
going out to my fam who weren’t failure

[hook – leaf dog & jam baxter]
bruv, who? the g-ssed up gibbon in the corner
who? the unsung permanent performer
who? the brer stapled onto every occasion, well versed in deception and heavy surveillance
now, who? the man that took your life slow
who? the one you always knew was no good
who? a man you can’t trust but think you should, taking everything you got if only he could

[verse 2 – leaf dog]
it’s the late evening past the point of sleeping
two friends on the road with a slug screaming
the one that’s with her flips out and just leaves her
the other shoulda bounced but chose to get deep in
backdoor beating no secret keeping
she told the whole town for the slightest reason
he straight denied it but his friends didn’t believe him
he looked so prang it was too easy to read him
that’s when they last seen him, for a few months
speak stories ’bout a kid they thought they knew once
and then he comes back around with tall tails
of weed by the bails getting dropped on small scales
that’s where his friends felt, they couldn’t see it
he said meet me here at six if you mean it
two rolled up, waiting for him to show up
kept ringing but he wouldn’t pick the phone up
then the car screeched in front, doing a doughnut
a man with a bat smashed the window, now they’re both f-cked
they gave the dough up, he ran with the cash
on the phone to his boy in a car full of broke gl-ss
the realisation hit the kid fast, no need to ask
set up by a friend from the past
on the other side of the story
the man laughs, what he did to his boys he can’t seem to grasp
flicking through his money thinking that sh-t will last
when that night, chasing a slug with a fine -ss
she had cl-ss, not trash or a c-ke wh-r-
he said i swear that i know you from before
but chose to ignore, hit the b-tch red raw
in the hotel room, f-cking ’til his d-ck’s sore
then through the door came the boys that he f-cked over
that’s when the situation got a lot colder
realised why he thought that he knows her
his boys ex looks a lot different when he’s sober
they stomped on him ’til he slipped into a coma
left half dead there bleeding on the sofa

- jam baxter

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