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jam baxter – bout u lyrics

[verse 1]
yeah
suttin’ deep in the gullet screamed “k!ll ’em, k!ll ’em”
guts feeling like a missile hit ’em
i think we met you back in summer you were looking like a [?]
i must’a triggered every inhibition
couldn’t swing a kitten in your brain nah
seems like every cells laying face down
carpeting the walls of the playground these bright big city lights spin your face round
i live my life to embarr-ssing excess
you ain’t squatting in my thoughts or inhabiting my head
swap your body at the cotch for a mannequin instead
never thought a wooden replica could matter to me less
god d-mn
you people are ill
stop shrieking just chill
if anybody needs me i’ll be making this look easy on a quarter tab of acid on the beach in brazil

[bridge]
i belled her up and sent her flying
waking up like “who’s bed am i in?”
i boot before the razor blades appear on her nails and i find my own company electrifying

[hook]
yeah
you can chat about gash, grams, gold and respect [?] you ain’t got nuttin’ like that
and you ain’t gonna see me in a hundred odd years i still tell you i’ma be right back
do a double take every time i walk by way be careful or your spine might snap
’cause i don’t give a f-ck about you
and i don’t give a f-ck about that

[verse 2]
i could pour glenn’s in your grey goose and you wouldn’t flinch
so why you fronting with the finer things?
looking bored for the entire rinse still tryna’ get high lacking the required [legs?]
call the lord a lord por favor
can i have a triple shot before i bore por favor
never try and tell the kid be more mature por favor
turn the bottom of this bottle to the sky pour and pour, sh-t
sh-t, is it late already? i
i, i can’t hold the chainsaw steady, and
the little pieces of your features flying off and the whiskey on the rocks got my face all messy

[bridge]
this bag of booze caught an uber to my stomach lining
and pulled up in that black stretched hummer smiling
just 5 minutes later i was strapped to a chair doing rings round the city white knuckle riding

- jam baxter lyrics

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