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Soi 36
by
Jam Baxter
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Intro: Yeah Adjust the AC Little man Scurry on Verse 1: Compelled to win Caged birds seldom sing That's why I pick locks in my spare time All my vultures excelled in sin I couldn't help but grin When you crowned yourself a king The singular tenant in the hornets nest that never felt a sting The whole crew stank of stardom Conversing in crewd new-fangled jargon All that was left in the wake Were the ethanol fumes and a strangled barman Churn out worlds like I battery farm them My life's a perpetual act of arson The very same serpents that bit my tongue Now fill a deep grave in an abandoned garden Small time villain to the core Brain like a prisoner of war Yeah, another bloodstained year Another string of woman to ignore It took me a while to absorb your blindness Hatchback looking like a four door virus Screetchin the tires as the customers twitch like Jellyfish squished on the forecourt spineless Chorus: You can't predict your future like that Shoot that crimson moon and lie back I was in the bits consuming my stash Dealing with this bitch that puked in my lap You are not part of a single movement I back I ordered a brain and supersize that Verse 2: Hit DMT on abandoned beaches Got the skies all smashed to pieces And when we all rereach the surface We can sit and gass about who swam the deepest I was in the wormholes catchin' reaches Must've mistook your fam for leeches Dr Benway digs in your chest like "Fam I've lost count of this man's diseases" My breath reeks of a thousand things Emerged from a thick green cloud of gin Stashed pockets like walk-in closets I never let a bouncer win We had to explore your core So we dug that scalpel in Yeah, instant rebirth Just add water to powdered skin This Jam just got strange I been yammin' on champignons [babe?] I saw your wet blood singing like a brand new ferrari crashed in your veins A thick mist shrouded the wreckage Skyline lookin' like a lit red lettuce You can fill your face but make yourself scarce when the kid gets peckish Chorus: Spew your gas and watch 'em turn blue Are you quite sure the world deserves you? She was a smudge across my blurred view I'm just tryin' to f*ck the rest of her crew The slurs that you heard about me weren't true Stretch these skies apart and burst through
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