Dabbla , Jam Baxter - Vomit lyrics
Jam Baxter
[Dabbla , Jam Baxter - Vomit lyrics]
How can I put this nicely
Politely go fuck yourself
You think i'ma drink to
That cause it's pricey?
None of that shit excites me
How can I put it in a way
You be getting it so precisely
When I sum it up so concisely
I don't give a fuck who likes me, bitch!
I'ma do my thing and if that
Ain't good enough you can spin
Ca' It all depend on what mood i'm
I paint a master piece when i'm doodling
Bitch!
Oh gosh, shut the door my toes squashed
I'll be there for the whole nine and
Come acclimatised to that cold wash
Chapsville, everything on my laps spilt
I don't care if you're self taught
You ain't touching my rap skill
Man are quick off the bat still
Dragging in what the cat killed
Keep my boots and my hat filled
Glad I ain't fucked with that deal
Just as well never sat still, relax chill
Nar man that's not me
Fully fledged you can fuck off or go hard fam
But don't come back with no bars man
It's not as if this shit's hard fam
Keep your hands off the glass though
This is nothing but Jah's plan
Ever had a feeling when you knew it was
Gonna happen but you didn't see it coming
Whole life gone flash in a millisecond
You can feel the burp from
The bottom of your stomach
Ah man that's not what you wanted
Swallow that down now try not to vomit
(Ergh) vomit (Ergh)
Vomit (Ergh) vomit (Ergh)
Vomit a few puffs, a clean set of guts
And a been I can trust
That's all I ever wanted
I do raps, done a few laps
What I've noticed is that it's
All gas 'til it's solid
I'ma bruk wild while I still got it, sod it
Pick your way through while I vomit (ergh)
Vomit (Ergh) vomit (Ergh)
Vomit (Ergh) vomit
Oi, check the view on the tenth floor balcony
Might take you a week, to a month
To a year to squeeze a single bar outta me
You live in a 2-D dream
Cider pricks and UV jeans
Been my own boss since 2010 so I
Ain't quite sure what routine means
Breakfast movie at 2pm
Yam lunch at News At Ten
Skip dinner, neck this liquor
Another night with a brutal end
I've got French gash telling
My crew "Je t'aime"
I'm never wearing a suit again
Life's too crispy
I look like a typhoon hit me
I saw man back a whole bottle and now
He's telling me I am too tipsy
Right who's with me, let's
Burn the town down, record the carnage
Screaming infants and upload that
Shit straight to Soundcloud
Arsonist, full time narcissist
Life's been a blur since I
Found that friendly pharmacist
Park the whip and barrel roll out the back
Kill the show and count the cash
Enjoy your ounce of crack louder gasps
Bump this in your whip and get it written off
And when you catch us back stage
Try not to piss us off
Moving like a fuming swarm of killer wasps
Blacked out garms like I'm
Channelling my inner goth
Ever had a feeling when you knew it was
Gonna happen but you didn't see it coming
Whole life gone flash in a millisecond
You can feel the burp from
The bottom of your stomach
Ah man that's not what you wanted
Swallow that down now try not to vomit
(ergh) vomit (Ergh)
Vomit (Ergh) vomit (Ergh)
Vomit a few puffs, a clean set of guts
And a been I can trust
That's all I ever wanted
I do raps, done a few laps
What I've noticed is that it's
All gas 'til it's solid
I'ma bruk wild while I still got it, sod it
Pick your way through while I vomit (ergh)
Vomit (Ergh) vomit (Ergh)
Vomit (Ergh) vomit
Politely go fuck yourself
You think i'ma drink to
That cause it's pricey?
None of that shit excites me
How can I put it in a way
You be getting it so precisely
When I sum it up so concisely
I don't give a fuck who likes me, bitch!
I'ma do my thing and if that
Ain't good enough you can spin
Ca' It all depend on what mood i'm
I paint a master piece when i'm doodling
Bitch!
Oh gosh, shut the door my toes squashed
I'll be there for the whole nine and
Come acclimatised to that cold wash
Chapsville, everything on my laps spilt
I don't care if you're self taught
You ain't touching my rap skill
Man are quick off the bat still
Dragging in what the cat killed
Keep my boots and my hat filled
Glad I ain't fucked with that deal
Just as well never sat still, relax chill
Nar man that's not me
Fully fledged you can fuck off or go hard fam
But don't come back with no bars man
It's not as if this shit's hard fam
Keep your hands off the glass though
This is nothing but Jah's plan
Ever had a feeling when you knew it was
Gonna happen but you didn't see it coming
Whole life gone flash in a millisecond
You can feel the burp from
The bottom of your stomach
Ah man that's not what you wanted
Swallow that down now try not to vomit
(Ergh) vomit (Ergh)
Vomit (Ergh) vomit (Ergh)
Vomit a few puffs, a clean set of guts
And a been I can trust
That's all I ever wanted
I do raps, done a few laps
What I've noticed is that it's
All gas 'til it's solid
I'ma bruk wild while I still got it, sod it
Pick your way through while I vomit (ergh)
Vomit (Ergh) vomit (Ergh)
Vomit (Ergh) vomit
Oi, check the view on the tenth floor balcony
Might take you a week, to a month
To a year to squeeze a single bar outta me
You live in a 2-D dream
Cider pricks and UV jeans
Been my own boss since 2010 so I
Ain't quite sure what routine means
Breakfast movie at 2pm
Yam lunch at News At Ten
Skip dinner, neck this liquor
Another night with a brutal end
I've got French gash telling
My crew "Je t'aime"
I'm never wearing a suit again
Life's too crispy
I look like a typhoon hit me
I saw man back a whole bottle and now
He's telling me I am too tipsy
Right who's with me, let's
Burn the town down, record the carnage
Screaming infants and upload that
Shit straight to Soundcloud
Arsonist, full time narcissist
Life's been a blur since I
Found that friendly pharmacist
Park the whip and barrel roll out the back
Kill the show and count the cash
Enjoy your ounce of crack louder gasps
Bump this in your whip and get it written off
And when you catch us back stage
Try not to piss us off
Moving like a fuming swarm of killer wasps
Blacked out garms like I'm
Channelling my inner goth
Ever had a feeling when you knew it was
Gonna happen but you didn't see it coming
Whole life gone flash in a millisecond
You can feel the burp from
The bottom of your stomach
Ah man that's not what you wanted
Swallow that down now try not to vomit
(ergh) vomit (Ergh)
Vomit (Ergh) vomit (Ergh)
Vomit a few puffs, a clean set of guts
And a been I can trust
That's all I ever wanted
I do raps, done a few laps
What I've noticed is that it's
All gas 'til it's solid
I'ma bruk wild while I still got it, sod it
Pick your way through while I vomit (ergh)
Vomit (Ergh) vomit (Ergh)
Vomit (Ergh) vomit