Jam Baxter - Vulture lyrics
Jam Baxter
[Jam Baxter - Vulture lyrics]
You can't crawl out your basement
If you want a few heart palpitations
I guess we can come to a foul arrangement
Something like a modern day Faust and Satan
It's all unfolding behind my back
I provide the facts
You'll supply the rumours
I draw for the top drawer
Whip out a ballpoint pen
And rewrite your futures, yeah
I send 'em to Hell in a flash
But the Devil ain't belling me back
It's a par
I guess he's sat with a sket on his lap
Getting head in the back of a car
Rip the flesh off your face
Let us see what you actually are
You're all about self-preservation
I'll pickle your features and shatter the jar
The life I live'll rip your eyelids clean off
And chain your brain to a fence with a D-Lock
Force you to rewatch my whole past
In a pitch-black room on a five-year detox
Yeah pick holes in a kids whole ethos
Reel off lies all night
Your life's a freshly killed carcass you
Can't get a piece off
Swinging at the vultures on
Them shoulder blades (shoulder blades)
Topping up the vodka as my soul decays
(soul decays)
I've been pumping poison in my skull for days
I told 'em 'Fuck your golden age'
'Cause right now I circle them all
Like a brain dead vulture (vulture)
Bottle on each wing, Devil on each shoulder
(shoulder) right now I circle 'em all
Like a brain dead vulture (vulture)
Bottle on each wing, Devil on each shoulder
(shoulder) devil on each shoulder (shoulder)
Yeah, I been through Hell
I'll extrapolate later
I was in a 3 8 Mansion
Mashed on a handful of
Tabs tryna navigate Asia
Stirring opium into my drink
Waking up retching and missing the sink
Stop necking spirit's and visit a shrink
'Cause your brain never grants
You permission to blink
Your future is written in pink
You're still up at 9 am ringing this link
Face all deadout, the kid is extinct
You're still chewing limbs off
Little Miss Shrimp now, wait
Who we talking 'bout?
Bare cracked mirrors in a haunted house
Where all these skets get escorted out
While they pull all the P out of your account
I saw that enormous mouth of yours widen
Whole room fell silent
Out marched one limp fish
And a thousand dead thoughts
All seeking asylum
Cue the whole room tryna fake
One morsel of awkward excitement
I dark 'em all out till I feel enlightened
Swinging at the vultures on
Them shoulder blades (shoulder blades)
Topping up the vodka as my soul decays
(soul decays)
I've been pumping poison in my skull for days
I told 'em 'Fuck your golden age'
'Cause right now I circle them all
Like a brain dead vulture (vulture)
Bottle on each wing, Devil on each shoulder
(shoulder) right now I circle 'em all
Like a brain dead vulture (vulture)
Bottle on each wing, Devil on each shoulder
(shoulder) devil on each shoulder (shoulder)
If you want a few heart palpitations
I guess we can come to a foul arrangement
Something like a modern day Faust and Satan
It's all unfolding behind my back
I provide the facts
You'll supply the rumours
I draw for the top drawer
Whip out a ballpoint pen
And rewrite your futures, yeah
I send 'em to Hell in a flash
But the Devil ain't belling me back
It's a par
I guess he's sat with a sket on his lap
Getting head in the back of a car
Rip the flesh off your face
Let us see what you actually are
You're all about self-preservation
I'll pickle your features and shatter the jar
The life I live'll rip your eyelids clean off
And chain your brain to a fence with a D-Lock
Force you to rewatch my whole past
In a pitch-black room on a five-year detox
Yeah pick holes in a kids whole ethos
Reel off lies all night
Your life's a freshly killed carcass you
Can't get a piece off
Swinging at the vultures on
Them shoulder blades (shoulder blades)
Topping up the vodka as my soul decays
(soul decays)
I've been pumping poison in my skull for days
I told 'em 'Fuck your golden age'
'Cause right now I circle them all
Like a brain dead vulture (vulture)
Bottle on each wing, Devil on each shoulder
(shoulder) right now I circle 'em all
Like a brain dead vulture (vulture)
Bottle on each wing, Devil on each shoulder
(shoulder) devil on each shoulder (shoulder)
Yeah, I been through Hell
I'll extrapolate later
I was in a 3 8 Mansion
Mashed on a handful of
Tabs tryna navigate Asia
Stirring opium into my drink
Waking up retching and missing the sink
Stop necking spirit's and visit a shrink
'Cause your brain never grants
You permission to blink
Your future is written in pink
You're still up at 9 am ringing this link
Face all deadout, the kid is extinct
You're still chewing limbs off
Little Miss Shrimp now, wait
Who we talking 'bout?
Bare cracked mirrors in a haunted house
Where all these skets get escorted out
While they pull all the P out of your account
I saw that enormous mouth of yours widen
Whole room fell silent
Out marched one limp fish
And a thousand dead thoughts
All seeking asylum
Cue the whole room tryna fake
One morsel of awkward excitement
I dark 'em all out till I feel enlightened
Swinging at the vultures on
Them shoulder blades (shoulder blades)
Topping up the vodka as my soul decays
(soul decays)
I've been pumping poison in my skull for days
I told 'em 'Fuck your golden age'
'Cause right now I circle them all
Like a brain dead vulture (vulture)
Bottle on each wing, Devil on each shoulder
(shoulder) right now I circle 'em all
Like a brain dead vulture (vulture)
Bottle on each wing, Devil on each shoulder
(shoulder) devil on each shoulder (shoulder)