Bout U - Jam Baxter

Yeah

Suttin' deep in the gullet screamed «kill 'em, kill 'em»

Guts feeling like a missile hit 'em

I think we met you back in summer you were looking like a

I must’a triggered every inhibition

Couldn’t swing a kitten in your brain nah

Seems like every cells laying face down

Carpeting the walls of the playground these bright big city lights spin your

face round

I live my life to embarrassing excess

You ain’t squatting in my thoughts or inhabiting my head

Swap your body at the cotch for a mannequin instead

Never thought a wooden replica could matter to me less

God damn

You people are ill

Stop shrieking just chill

If anybody needs me I’ll be making this look easy on a quarter tab of acid on

the beach in Brazil

I belled her up and sent her flying

Waking up like «who's bed am I in?»

I boot before the razor blades appear on her nails and i find my own company

electrifying

Yeah

You can chat about gash, grams, gold and respect you ain’t got nuttin' like that

And you ain’t gonna see me in a hundred odd years I still tell you I’ma be

right back

Do a double take every time I walk by way be careful or your spine might snap

'Cause I don’t give a fuck about you

And I don’t give a fuck about that

I could pour Glenn’s in your grey goose and you wouldn’t flinch

So why you fronting with the finer things?

Looking bored for the entire rinse still tryna' get high lacking the required

Call the lord a lord por favor

Can I have a triple shot before I bore por favor

Never try and tell the kid be more mature por favor

Turn the bottom of this bottle to the sky pour and pour, shit

Shit, is it late already?

I

I, I can’t hold the chainsaw steady, and

The little pieces of your features flying off and the whiskey on the rocks got

my face all messy

This bag of booze caught an Uber to my stomach lining

And pulled up in that black stretched hummer smiling

Just 5 minutes later I was strapped to a chair doing rings round the city white

knuckle riding

Yeah

You can chat about gash, grams, gold and respect you ain’t got nuttin' like that

And you ain’t gonna see me in a hundred odd years I still tell you I’ma be

right back

Do a double take every time I walk by way be careful or your spine might snap

'Cause I don’t give a fuck about you

And i don’t give a fuck about you