Jam Baxter - Lessons lyrics

Whatever… listen

I’m getting that urge again
Penning a pearl of zen… life like a
Snuff film set in a serpents
Den, medicine blurs the lens
Never return to them days back
Then with the smell of the curdled phlegm
Why? We’ll all turn tibble munge when
The bombs come, Tom Thumb, coughing on
The knots on his long tongue
Brain like a soft sponge… left hand
Squeezing the rеign for his
Hot lungs, flaming in gods dunge… escape from
Thе pond stung, job done I’m soaring
Wait till
The fresh wave of slop comes calling, I
Bop subs warring like what cuz? Brawling
I ain’t swayed
Veins full of hot blood coursing my
Construct’s forming, mans on his rampage
Enjoy your man made rat
Cage, lash grave… Mr magoo
My visions of truth’s
This blank page, sit in your soup
I live in the booth the fraff made

Yeah… you’ll never learn it again, cuz
You’ll stop murking your friends off
You’ll stop drifting in circles… yo
You’ll stop stridling a hurdle

I’m getting the shakes again, set
In my ways again, life like a
Shit play set on the stage
For them, venomous faceless men
Dressing the snakes again
Coiled in the tall grass ready to maim
Their friends… bruv I seen them
Act like you haven’t yet, when the tube
Sinks in like fangs in the flabby neck
You can feel the
Clammy breath dampen your scabby flesh
Spin round fists out, smack em with
The jab and check… cause a pack
Of these demons rocking fancy dress
Will never drag my lean features
Back down them scatty steps
Sat with my dragon breath
(uh) , baccy and a bag of sess
Just tryna make sense of matter
In a mass of mess… call it how you see it
(what?) , i call it
How to be a man, none of
That Peter Pan steez, cuz, be a man
(yeah) … and so I’m waiting for the
Reaper man, fists clenched eyes wide
Bathing in the sea of jam

Yo… you’ll stop rocking that dunce hat
You’ll stop clocking that dumb yat
You’ll stop trusting the leaders
You’ll start trusting your teachers
Deepness