Drowned Dogs - Jam Baxter, Datkid

«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 persue 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 smidging 'til 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.»