Dirty Dike, Jam Baxter - Permanent Midnight lyrics
Jam Baxter
[Dirty Dike, Jam Baxter - Permanent Midnight lyrics]
Sat in a car park doing lighter gas in Year 8
Didn't like the maths that
We're made to learn
And inside I had a weird hate (Weird hate)
So I sat by the side of the train tracks
Late at night and each day (Each day)
I supply the unique that you want
You supply the cliché (Cliché)
Stupid in the face
Using the space in the room
Shooting a stake in the womb
You could see my cape in the moon
You could be in space in a suit
And still feel a little bit
Of hate from the tune taking the piss
Taking the landfill site full of shit
Breaking the ribs breaking the crib
Break in the train yard naked
And paint on my dick
Yeah don't worry about the time
It's permanent midnight around here always
Skets hanging out in the hallways
Scooped out too many gourmet sorbets
Why talk like your claws ain't corn flakes
Goin' about your bait court case
All day, all day, all day
Gassed up, wrapped up warm in my North Face
Yeah don't worry about the time
It's permanent midnight around here always
Skets hanging out in the hallways
Scooped out too many gourmet sorbets
Why talk like your claws ain't corn flakes
Goin' around gas about your bait court case
All day, all day, all day
Gassed up, wrapped up warm in my North Face
Roll up, roll up, roll up
Two for one, and point seven on a weekday
Two foot skank with the Devil
On your shoulder blade
The boy's clever on a replay dJ, DJ (DJ)
Please, mate
How're you gonna come with that shit?
You cat shit i ain't gonna teach you to
Behave so I go paint
Stuffing the tins in a bag
Love's on a singular plan
Love's a ridiculous slag
Pumping my fist in the air
For the drugs in my system and damn
I don't wanna spend my life in the pig house
I don't wanna smell like ham
I don't want a slut with a big
Mouth fucking about with my plans
Love for the gang
Thrusting my nuts in the lamb
Man, I just come with a bang jump and I land
Slump when I'm drunk and I stand
Man it's just something I am
I don't give a fuck, I'm the man
Fuck ton of drugs in a bag
Punching your mum and your dad, man
Michael Jackson, I'm bad
Snatch the mic from your hand
Yeah don't worry about the time
It's permanent midnight around here always
Skets hanging out in the hallways
Scooped out too many gourmet sorbets
Why talk like your claws ain't corn flakes
Goin' about your bait court case
All day, all day, all day
Gassed up, wrapped up warm in my North Face
Yeah don't worry about the time
It's permanent midnight around here always
Skets hanging out in the hallways
Scooped out too many gourmet sorbets
Why talk like your claws ain't corn flakes
Goin' about your bait court case
All day, all day, all day
Gassed up, wrapped up warm in my North Face
Didn't like the maths that
We're made to learn
And inside I had a weird hate (Weird hate)
So I sat by the side of the train tracks
Late at night and each day (Each day)
I supply the unique that you want
You supply the cliché (Cliché)
Stupid in the face
Using the space in the room
Shooting a stake in the womb
You could see my cape in the moon
You could be in space in a suit
And still feel a little bit
Of hate from the tune taking the piss
Taking the landfill site full of shit
Breaking the ribs breaking the crib
Break in the train yard naked
And paint on my dick
Yeah don't worry about the time
It's permanent midnight around here always
Skets hanging out in the hallways
Scooped out too many gourmet sorbets
Why talk like your claws ain't corn flakes
Goin' about your bait court case
All day, all day, all day
Gassed up, wrapped up warm in my North Face
Yeah don't worry about the time
It's permanent midnight around here always
Skets hanging out in the hallways
Scooped out too many gourmet sorbets
Why talk like your claws ain't corn flakes
Goin' around gas about your bait court case
All day, all day, all day
Gassed up, wrapped up warm in my North Face
Roll up, roll up, roll up
Two for one, and point seven on a weekday
Two foot skank with the Devil
On your shoulder blade
The boy's clever on a replay dJ, DJ (DJ)
Please, mate
How're you gonna come with that shit?
You cat shit i ain't gonna teach you to
Behave so I go paint
Stuffing the tins in a bag
Love's on a singular plan
Love's a ridiculous slag
Pumping my fist in the air
For the drugs in my system and damn
I don't wanna spend my life in the pig house
I don't wanna smell like ham
I don't want a slut with a big
Mouth fucking about with my plans
Love for the gang
Thrusting my nuts in the lamb
Man, I just come with a bang jump and I land
Slump when I'm drunk and I stand
Man it's just something I am
I don't give a fuck, I'm the man
Fuck ton of drugs in a bag
Punching your mum and your dad, man
Michael Jackson, I'm bad
Snatch the mic from your hand
Yeah don't worry about the time
It's permanent midnight around here always
Skets hanging out in the hallways
Scooped out too many gourmet sorbets
Why talk like your claws ain't corn flakes
Goin' about your bait court case
All day, all day, all day
Gassed up, wrapped up warm in my North Face
Yeah don't worry about the time
It's permanent midnight around here always
Skets hanging out in the hallways
Scooped out too many gourmet sorbets
Why talk like your claws ain't corn flakes
Goin' about your bait court case
All day, all day, all day
Gassed up, wrapped up warm in my North Face