Jam Baxter - Bout U lyrics

Yeah
Suttin' deep in the gullet scream "kill 'em
Kill 'em"
Guts feeling like a missile hit 'em
I think we met you back in summer
You were looking like a button
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 embarrassing excess
You ain't squatting in my thoughts
Or inhabiting my head
Swap your body at the crotch
For a mannequin instead
Never thought a wooden replica could
Matter to me less god damn
You people are ill stop shrieking just chill
If anybody needs me I be
Making this look easy on
A quarter tab of acid on the beach in Brazil

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

Yeah you can chat about gash, grams
Gold and respect but you ain't
Got nuttin' like that (nuttin‘)
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 waved
Be careful or your spine might snap (Crack)
'Cause, I don't give a fuck about you
And I don't give a fuck about that

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 links
Call a lord de law 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, shit
Shit (shit) , 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

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

Yeah you can chat about gash, grams
Gold and respect but you ain't
Got nuttin' like that (nuttin‘)
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 waved
Be careful or your spine might snap (Snap)
'Cause, I don't give a fuck about you
And I don't give a fuck about you