Jam Baxter, Datkid - Drowned Dogs lyrics

"But, I don't want to go among mad people"
"Oh, you can’t help that, we're all mad here
I'm mad you're mad"
"How do you know I’m mad?"
"Well you must be
Or you wouldn't have come here"
"I don't think that proves it at all
Anyhow, how do you know that you're mad?"

I'm back like I never left, lace up the loop
It's Mr Fresh outta life where
The fuck was you?
People talking shit about me so
It must be true
As for what's real and what's not
I'll leave it up to you i'm kicking back
I'll leave you to pursue all the hidden facts
'Cause, I ain't on shit if it isn't rap
You smell me?
Fingertips grubby, cigar shit money
"Honey I'm home" kick my slippers
Off and sit comfy it's Teeth Ledger
Can't nobody test the steez ever
The Malta me repper dribbling
When I see treasure
Delta Bravo Kilo gang fatigue sweater
My clique will hit your city
Up like extreme weather

They never expected the devils demented twin
To walk in and wear the whole
Room like a second skin
Slimy tongue hung behind a crescent grin
Hanging from a chandalier swinging
Like a treble chin
And your dishevelled flesh resembling
A foetus still entangled in
A red placenta trembling
Check the diary entry I've got
"kill it dead" pencilled in
On the hour every hour please
Inform your next of kin

Citywide circus, clowns on brown
Rocking that loose-fitting poundshop crown
You're in the wrong place
Wrong house wrong town
Wrong planet, blindfolded in speeding traffic

Citywide circus full of clowns on brown
All going round in circles
On a merry-go-round
You're in the wrong place
Wrong house wrong town wrong planet
We ain't cut from the same fabric

I chew through the summer
With my shrunken teeth
They crawled through their autumns like
Stray cats with sunken cheeks
Pick through a grubby little
Handful of London streets
Peel the pavements off and eat
The bodies buried underneath
And I've been texting weird chicks
For five days straight
Crab claws slipping round a size eight waist
Life ain't safe, you're living with giants
You posess all the charisma
Of a kitchen appliance
This shit isn't science it's godly
So I'll be stood on every seedy street
Corner at once if you want me

Breath frosty tryna make funds
But it's costly
Drugs used to be my living but
Now they're killing me softly
I get in where I fit in
I'm in the inner city
Shitting on some pigeons
Tryna make a killing leave it
Swimming where I'm fishing
Ain't never had a smidgin so
Their shit was going missing
Two fists full of ambition

Citywide circus, clowns on brown
Rocking that loose-fitting poundshop crown
You're in the wrong place
Wrong house wrong town
Wrong planet, blindfolded in speeding traffic

Citywide circus full of clowns on brown
All going round in circles
On a merry-go-round
You're in the wrong place
Wrong house wrong town wrong planet
We ain't cut from the same fabric

So never mind what I've been doing
Just slipping around missioning
Sipping on mother's ruin all day okay
Yeah never mind what I've been saying
He knealt on the floor praying
And watching the world fading away okay
"But, I don't want to go among mad people"
"Oh, you can’t help that, we're all mad here"
"How do you know I’m mad?"
"Well you must be
Or you wouldn't have come here"