Corrección Letra All Clear par Jam Baxter

Featuring(s) : Lee Scott

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Letra

[Verse 1, Jam Baxter]
This chick done too much speed and she's driving at 90
But I only just met her so I'm smiling politely
And Imma lead her grinding jaws through every acid rabbit-hole
And you can join the line of children hiding behind me (yeah)
When I'm not making enemies in the depths of Asia
Phlegming in your face and forgetting it all a second later
I'll be in the field (yep)
Finger on every detonator (bang)
With these pills in my pocket packaged in every flavour

Every week I have the strangest dreams
6AM, and everyone's face is a different shade of green
Couple frothing mouths, couple killers trying to make a scene
Couple weird chicks in the corner licking the table clean
Skin 'em alive, fetch me the fur (fetch)
Wrap it round my shoulders and address me as "Sir"
I remember snippets of them clawing at my ankles
And causing a couple scandals, and the rest is a blur

In that seedy city centre, you pop my eye and it bleeds neon
Let it fade to black to a soundtrack of Celine Dion
He just spent a G on a giant hole he could hurtle down
Trying to wrap himself around the finger of every girl in town
I put my brain through the pepper grinder and fed the diner
She said I'm losing my mind a little, I said, 'It's minor' (it's minor)
They told you, 'Hold it down,' I never got that message either
I still despise 'em with my every fibre (I hate you)

I've been climbing the walls here (walls here)
I've been telling them all year (all year)
Feed them a little something, end of discussion
Pull their brain out of their mouth and give 'em the all clear (all clear)

They got me climbing the walls here (walls here)
I've been telling them all year (all year)
Feed them a little something, end of discussion
Pull your brain out of your mouth and give 'em the all clear
[Verse 2, Lee Scott]
Poor me
I just want to pour more tequila shots
In obscure European spots
Ugh
Took it all
But left the dots unconnected
And peddled off undetected (skrrt skrrt)
Until I feel like Godzilla trying to do the limbo
Or King Kong Chong climbing through your window
Fly me with to the end or pretend
In the right situation anxiety is your friend (bang)
Riding the tube late in a fugue state (choo choo)
Sitting at home writing me new fate
But missing the due date
I drop all these grudges
But I'm way too skinny to lose weight
Acid reflux, necking yak from tea cups
Stop-motion characters with plasticine guts
Packed me three-f*cks up to save face
And buried 'em
In a shallow grave in the same place
Where I lost my devotion, now I'm on the street
Waiting for the doctor's to open with the coroner smoking
Shit, my only promise was broken
If I made the song cry I was probably joking (i'm sorry)
Like, 'I didn't mean it baby'
Even though it's all your fault it's me that's crazy (i'm sorry)
Have you seen Jesus lately? Last I heard he was on a park bench reading Page 3
80 degrees in the shade of the trees
Pray on your knees while I'm taking your fees and bouncing
To smoking with me next foe
I don't let people in, but I'm close to the edge though

They got me climbing the walls here (walls here)
I've been telling them all year (all year)
Feed them a little something, end of discussion
Pull your brain out of your mouth and give you the all clear

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