Jam Baxter - Bulletproof lyrics
Jam Baxter
[Jam Baxter - Bulletproof lyrics]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
You ain’t gotta worry ‘bout me’ bout me
Worry ‘bout me… haven’t gotta worry ‘bout me
About me about me
Except when I’m doing some fucked up shit
Yo these wasted summer nights
Are our perennial achievements
I offer Viking burials at
Sea at your convenience
Peace… Peace… I’ll catch you in Valhalla
Roll on stage neck a jug of
Gin and shout at ya
Out flank ya… Pincer movements
Features looking like your malnourished
Children drew them
And you wonder why you’re disillusioned?
Maybe you’re just terrified of dying
As a wrinkled human?
I ain’t gunna move an inch I’m lounging
Raid the fridge with telescopic arms, Dhalsim
Catch me in the Adriatic drowning
Scuba dive through my life
In rotten terrace housing
I am not tied
Glued or cable tied to anything
Fuck the weak adhesive you
Weasels are peddling
I could fill a canyon with
The dead weight I’m severing
Throbbing veins coursing with Adrenalin
I ride an old dune buggy
With the slashed breaks
Ridding shotty with a gash clad in black lace
Perform at the apocalypse, back stage
Jesus on a cello and the
Devil playing slap bass
Yeah demon on a tambourine
Arms like tentacles sculpted
Out of Plasticine …and I’m still doing dirt
So you must be fucking tripping if you
Think my grubby hands are clean
Another week another relapse… yeah
But, you ain’t gotta worry ‘bout me
So save me your bullet point feedback save it
I clocked how to juggle that G
Yeah… you man be crippling
Our organs… standard
But, you ain’t got to worry ‘bout us
Still bulletproof villains living
Lawless lawless we still shut it down cuz
Look yeah i've seen what these needle do
That’s why I never touched them never need to
Let alone lend you man a tenner
On a 2 AM stairwell buried in forever
Yeah i hope you found peace finally
I hope you’re off the ban i
Understand why you lied to me
But last month I barely moved three meters
Sat at yard belling beak dealers
Oh the irony
Anyway… fuck this sentimental shit
Still a stir crazy
Reckless Henny necking hedonist
Still the gold medallist
I keep fifty six weighing down
My neck cuz it’s decorative
I slip the ribbons in a
Heart and hand them all
Straight to these curvy, dirty
Stop outs I haven’t called
Yeah… me and her used to fuck a lot
Yeah… But now I’ve got her number blocked
It’s funny how your bredrins turn
Their back on you
Just cuz there’s some freezing clod
Shit your try’na battle through
I thought you of all people understood
I’d back you if the Air Max
1 was on the other foot
In the dark nights the fireflies cower
Your ever jealous eyes cry
An icy white shower sour… but shit's bless
I ain’t shed a solitary tear
Since that bitch left
Another week another relapse
But, you ain’t gotta worry ‘bout me… nah
So save me your bullet
Point feedback save that
I clocked how to juggle that G
Yeah… you man be crippling our organs… organs
But, you ain’t got to worry ‘bout us about us
Still bulletproof villains living lawless
Yeah we still shut it down cuz
Yeah, yeah that was you ha
You ain’t gotta worry ‘bout me’ bout me
Worry ‘bout me… haven’t gotta worry ‘bout me
About me about me
Except when I’m doing some fucked up shit
Yo these wasted summer nights
Are our perennial achievements
I offer Viking burials at
Sea at your convenience
Peace… Peace… I’ll catch you in Valhalla
Roll on stage neck a jug of
Gin and shout at ya
Out flank ya… Pincer movements
Features looking like your malnourished
Children drew them
And you wonder why you’re disillusioned?
Maybe you’re just terrified of dying
As a wrinkled human?
I ain’t gunna move an inch I’m lounging
Raid the fridge with telescopic arms, Dhalsim
Catch me in the Adriatic drowning
Scuba dive through my life
In rotten terrace housing
I am not tied
Glued or cable tied to anything
Fuck the weak adhesive you
Weasels are peddling
I could fill a canyon with
The dead weight I’m severing
Throbbing veins coursing with Adrenalin
I ride an old dune buggy
With the slashed breaks
Ridding shotty with a gash clad in black lace
Perform at the apocalypse, back stage
Jesus on a cello and the
Devil playing slap bass
Yeah demon on a tambourine
Arms like tentacles sculpted
Out of Plasticine …and I’m still doing dirt
So you must be fucking tripping if you
Think my grubby hands are clean
Another week another relapse… yeah
But, you ain’t gotta worry ‘bout me
So save me your bullet point feedback save it
I clocked how to juggle that G
Yeah… you man be crippling
Our organs… standard
But, you ain’t got to worry ‘bout us
Still bulletproof villains living
Lawless lawless we still shut it down cuz
Look yeah i've seen what these needle do
That’s why I never touched them never need to
Let alone lend you man a tenner
On a 2 AM stairwell buried in forever
Yeah i hope you found peace finally
I hope you’re off the ban i
Understand why you lied to me
But last month I barely moved three meters
Sat at yard belling beak dealers
Oh the irony
Anyway… fuck this sentimental shit
Still a stir crazy
Reckless Henny necking hedonist
Still the gold medallist
I keep fifty six weighing down
My neck cuz it’s decorative
I slip the ribbons in a
Heart and hand them all
Straight to these curvy, dirty
Stop outs I haven’t called
Yeah… me and her used to fuck a lot
Yeah… But now I’ve got her number blocked
It’s funny how your bredrins turn
Their back on you
Just cuz there’s some freezing clod
Shit your try’na battle through
I thought you of all people understood
I’d back you if the Air Max
1 was on the other foot
In the dark nights the fireflies cower
Your ever jealous eyes cry
An icy white shower sour… but shit's bless
I ain’t shed a solitary tear
Since that bitch left
Another week another relapse
But, you ain’t gotta worry ‘bout me… nah
So save me your bullet
Point feedback save that
I clocked how to juggle that G
Yeah… you man be crippling our organs… organs
But, you ain’t got to worry ‘bout us about us
Still bulletproof villains living lawless
Yeah we still shut it down cuz
Yeah, yeah that was you ha