Who - Jam Baxter, Leaf Dog

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He was born with a large gravitational pull

Stuffed them full of lies 'til their faces were full

Even their sunglasses were made of the wool

That covered their eyes, blind mice chasing a ball

Grease beast, horns piercing, all jeering

The fried mind collective but rest in a small clearing

In this jungle of drug swapping carnage I couldn’t spot a sociopath in the narl

branches

That’s a given, wispy suspicion in a Plasticine prison

Come on bruv, listen!

Fisherprice my first backstabbing kit arrives

Unpackaged in the slime, man are in the hidden hive

Live a lie, die a lie

The fiction solidifies, little dry spy and eyes clocked in the nick of time

Now vilified, called them all philistines

Stepped out, edged out the rest of 'em in his mind

Last chocolate in the box with a bitter filling

Left the winners with 'em, weird thoughts slipping with him

New crew, more waste, lets face dinner with him

Fuck up, liquor sipping suck up, sniffing, sniffing

A string of women spilling scorn on a blood hound

Yapping in an evening, discretely rubbed out

Leave at sundown, that night was freezing

Thief’s losing chief, three strikes defeat him

Three wheeling to a long squashed city

Run out of town by the pitch fork committee

Some special witch hunt, gravity reversing

Repelling any burning ball of gas to ever spurn him

Turning into once villain building an outhouse

Brick by brick, disturbingly house proud

Midnight’s bitch, in a large blast radius

Going out to my fam who weren’t failure

Bruv, who?

The gassed up gibbon in the corner

Who?

The unsung permanent performer

Who?

The brer stapled onto every occasion, well versed in deception and heavy

surveillance

Now, who?

The man that took your life slow

Who?

The one you always knew was no good

Who?

A man you can’t trust but think you should, taking everything you got if

only he could

It’s the late evening past the point of sleeping

Two friends on the road with a slug screaming

The one that’s with her flips out and just leaves her

The other shoulda bounced but chose to get deep in

Backdoor beating no secret keeping

She told the whole town for the slightest reason

He straight denied it but his friends didn’t believe him

He looked so prang it was too easy to read him

That’s when they last seen him, for a few months

Speak stories 'bout a kid they thought they knew once

And then he comes back around with tall tails

Of weed by the bails getting dropped on small scales

That’s where his friends felt, they couldn’t see it

He said meet me here at six if you mean it

Two rolled up, waiting for him to show up

Kept ringing but he wouldn’t pick the phone up

Then the car screeched in front, doing a doughnut

A man with a bat smashed the window, now they’re both fucked

They gave the dough up, he ran with the cash

On the phone to his boy in a car full of broke glass

The realisation hit the kid fast, no need to ask

Set up by a friend from the past

On the other side of the story

The man laughs, what he did to his boys he can’t seem to grasp

Flicking through his money thinking that shit will last

When that night, chasing a slug with a fine ass

She had class, not trash or a coke whore

He said I swear that I know you from before

But chose to ignore, hit the bitch red raw

In the hotel room, fucking 'til his dick’s sore

Then through the door came the boys that he fucked over

That’s when the situation got a lot colder

Realised why he thought that he knows her

His boys ex looks a lot different when he’s sober

They stomped on him 'til he slipped into a coma

Left half dead there bleeding on the sofa

Bruv, who?

The gassed up gibbon in the corner

Who?

The unsung permanent performer

Who?

The brer stapled onto every occasion, well versed in deception and heavy

surveillance

Now, who?

The man that took your life slow

Who?

The one you always knew was no good

Who?

A man you can’t trust but think you should, taking everything you got if

only he could