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Titanic 2
by
Jam Baxter
Featuring(s) : Lee Scott
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"I'm not talking to you anymore" [Lee Scott] I sit around and watch the rain Nothing's changed but its not the same Going west, stress on the brain f*ck your rent off, cop a chain That empty feeling in your chest Ate a happy meal I was still depressed Skip the test, chill and rest Found some money in an old coat think I'm blessed If it isn't me and it isn't you What the f*ck's going on then? gis' a clue I don't even know if I even know I don't need to go but I need to go One too many, hobble home Regretful speech on the dog and bone Convinced yourself you don't give a f*ck Made your best shit in a rut I'm going in, I'm giving up Pray for change in the cup Shake it empty, fill it up Take your last toke, flick the butt Life's a bad joke but I'm laughing There's more mistakes that make up an atom Cut an atom up, time to rebuild G.O.D billed Lookin' at the cusp like he's weak willed But the wheat's milled He said he couldn't hack it but climbed the steep hill Just to reach Jill The sudden racket hushed life can be chilled, keep still There's nothing on his mind but he seems thrilled I want me rum on ice and me beef grilled Belly full of pub grub I put it in her mouth like glug glug And I don't really like the club but *Incoherent mumble rap impression" like Young Thug (get me la?) I say yeah but I don't understand Don't judge me I'm a dumb farang And then it hit me like Clubber Lang I just need a nice place for me nuts to hang [Lee Scott] I'm kitting out me brain with a bunch of LEDs Me mind's made up but me thoughts won't let me leave Close the door, bolt it shut, I don't care Middle finger's in the air we ain't going anywhere naahhh [Lee Scott & Jam Baxter] I don't really wanna wile out (wile out) You can see us from a mile out (mile out) All you hear the people sayin' is (what's that?) You can't really wear this style out (ever) Til' we're whipping the pot (whipping it, whipping it) Out on the deck (tipping it, tipping it) Tipping the yacht with an iceberg on me neck With an iceberg on me neck (x2) (Whipping it whipping it) tipping the yacht With an iceberg on me neck (x3)(Whipping it Whipping it) tipping the yacht With an iceberg on me neck [Jam Baxter] Yeah born killer in the cock pit Fumbling around for his off switch Lost in the desert head buried in The sand part-man part-ostrich Yeah I couldn't understand it at first Slipped through the cracks in the earth Shell shocked sheep on the front line Tongue tied driving a tank in reverse Yeah, that's you Shit, who knew? The whole crew of builders that follow me around With a drill ain't tightening my loose screw That trigger ain't gonna pull itself You were dumb enough to do the honours And you can flaunt your form as an undead Blood flecked new colossus You the human mollusc I'm done buying bait from these booky shotters Bare man marks there dickish demeanour Looking like bait off duty coppers You're still sniffing that dirt Bare soil in your septum Her lips were a pointless invention She used 'em to poison her henchmen Yeah pale face, oily complexion Stack coins in your bedroom Too much of an old miser to spend them Yeah so I blame my faults on an evil twin Track suit made of asbestos, breathe it in I'm in too deep, a man can't even swim All these kids wanna ride my wave But they can't paddle out with a bleeding limb Put an ear to my bedroom door All you hear is a squeaking spring I grab life by it's rat tail suck out the organs And eat the skin [Lee Scott] I'm kitting out me brain with a bunch of LEDs Me mind's made up but me thoughts won't let me leave Close the door, bolt it shut, I don't care Middle finger's in the air we ain't going anywhere naahhh [Lee Scott & Jam Baxter] I don't really wanna wile out (wile out) You can see us from a mile out (mile out) All you hear the people sayin' is (what's that?) You can't really wear this style out (ever) Til' we're whipping the pot (whipping it, whipping it) Out on the deck (tipping it, tipping it) Tipping the yacht with an iceberg on me neck With an iceberg on me neck (x2) (Whipping it whipping it) tipping the yacht With an iceberg on me neck (x3) (Whipping it Whipping it) tipping the yacht With an iceberg on me neck
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