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jam baxter x lee scott x trellion x chemo – mansion 38 lyrics

[verse 1: jam baxter]

i’m on the top floor bar on my 33rd fruit balini[?]
moving booky seedy, wasted, weird and uber creepy
i’m on a sub soy snooping with this mutant beanie
got a death wish, rub the lamp and shoot the genie
neighbours pull pistols here
me, the lost love child of olive oil and cyril sneer
joy ride the motor taxi dripping sweat, switching gears
life’s just a string of snippets squished between the swigs of beer
80 in the whip with this rich chick sniffing gear
sh-t, i hope this b-tch can steer
i’m sipping g&t with a g of beak
cooking bacon in a butchers apr-n at your vegan feast
4am 40 litres deep
crooked jaw swinging like a gold plated jesus piece
i’m the naked truth
i rock the same mouldy green skin like an old vintage tailored suit
ahh, my wasted youth
sk-nking out in vacation crepes on a palatial roof
and ain’t no happy endings out here bruv
cause you ain’t an asian m-sseuse
plotting in the clouds flagging down planes
bright white suit, wrap around shades
stagger out late, i strolled out the pearly gates
ended up stranded at mansion 38
[verse 2: lee scott]

i probably shouldn’t be outside right now, i’m feeling too erratic
37 celsius, weaving through the traffic
catch a face full of dirt as we p-ss
with a big smile painted on me surgical mask
doing wheelies on a child’s toy quad
hash tag dvlgng biker boy squad
growling like a rabid soy dog
looking at the sky impolite like “oi god!”
you need to listen now i’ll only tell you once
jesus h. christ give him whatever the h-ll he wants
i fix me shades in the reflection of the holy stoup
while a million staving artists salivate and paint a bowl of soup
in the backdrop, looking like i hit and lost the jack pot
grey goose plant pot, and what?
i clutch the worlds only unlucky shamrock
smelling like the back streets of bangkok
takeaways, spicy lobster flavoured lays
life in the hilton for nought point eighth of haze
you don’t want to chill with us kid, we’re bad company
word to the thai guy pointing his hand gun at me
i close the door and continue like what the f-ck?
yadong and blueberry tipco in me coffee cup
to be honest look, you should probably lock us up
i can be -rs-d today like, but i’ll f-ck tomorrow up
i just want some soy sauce, a pot of rice
and some sh-t i can’t pr-nounce to sip, while i itch me mozzy bites

[verse 3: trellion]

- jam baxter x lee scott x trellion x chemo lyrics

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