Jam Baxter - Mama Cuishe lyrics
Jam Baxter
[Jam Baxter - Mama Cuishe lyrics]
Yes, this is my seventh
Wipe that look off your face señor
You're dealing with a professional
He fills my cup with the
Air of a fireman solemnly
Cutting a man free from the
Wreckage of his vehicle don't judge me
(yeah) a small lizard peeks over my earlobe
His tongue is blistered his shoes are dirty
I flinch as it drools on my shoulder
Perturbing the adjacent table
Their baby slams it's face in
To a cold quesadilla
I take a slow passionate sip
Apologies chicos, I house these reptiles
It's merely a favour to a friend
Don't judge me
This man is a melted action figure
Liquor droplets whizz around him
Sliding in to the mezcaleria like
Hollywood starlet in to a
Box office filled to the brim
With sticky gold coins
He's been drinking again
Don't judge me
Don't judge me
Wipe that look off your face señor
You're dealing with a professional
He fills my cup with the
Air of a fireman solemnly
Cutting a man free from the
Wreckage of his vehicle don't judge me
(yeah) a small lizard peeks over my earlobe
His tongue is blistered his shoes are dirty
I flinch as it drools on my shoulder
Perturbing the adjacent table
Their baby slams it's face in
To a cold quesadilla
I take a slow passionate sip
Apologies chicos, I house these reptiles
It's merely a favour to a friend
Don't judge me
This man is a melted action figure
Liquor droplets whizz around him
Sliding in to the mezcaleria like
Hollywood starlet in to a
Box office filled to the brim
With sticky gold coins
He's been drinking again
Don't judge me
Don't judge me