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Verse 1 (Jam Baxter)
Yeah, barrel-roll out the car
Unscathed without a scratch, how bizzare
Yeah, bit a chunk out the brickwork
Spat it out and shot down a star
I stood there slack jaw mouth ajar
I ain't buying rounds, I'm downing my third Balthazar
Barmaids in white lace crawl out the woodwork
Wide-eyed sliding shot gla**es down the bar
Devil tryna twist my arm clean off my scaly flesh
Flips and secures the figure four, Royce Gracie-esque
Pat a rapper softly on the head and whisper baby steps (baby steps)
Baby steps, we were dying daily deaths
Thеy were in their ?planеt rooms?, dripping thick gravy sweat
Bear all, peel my skin back and watch the lady wretch (uh)
Last sight and in Saigon, strangely dressed
Streets of sticky opium smoulder on the JPS
Meet me once, rate me less, tends to be the way it runs
Stagger through a dusty church hall around the praying nuns
Yeah, I keep my mouth shut, playing dumb
Liars in the backstreets, snotty hands trading tongues
Yeah, the streets are tugging at your head of hair
Drag you down the corridor and peel you off your leather chair (aow!)
Grab your neck, whisk you out your city
And replace you with a speck of dust
Convince you you were never there (never)
Yeah
Chorus (Jam Baxter)
Splash of vodka in the woodworm (splash splash)
Gulp of Rioja in the gullet (uh)
Yeah, tie their jelly legs together (wasn't me)
Turn around and act like I'm above it (above that sh*t)
I been on the edge, I been on the edge (yeah)
Sprawled out across the summit
Flick 'em off the map, catch 'em in the sky
I just lost a week , I was gettin' high, cameras never lie

Verse 2 (Slim Papi)
Poppin' bottles is a ritual
Slim Papi vegetal, more mineral
My physical is just a vehicle, spiritual
I complete the game with the setting on difficult
My ethos is 'work just enough to live well'
Sex sells, set sail, hope they set bail
Sip a sour Pisco, smoke a Montecristo
Backslap you in the face and dash you out the window
In the function, looking immaculate
Slim Papi sh*t, Venice Beach Marriott
Small place by the lake, make no mistake
Fat Joe and Big Pun, that's like me and J
You a doo-doo head, off the meds, Sudafed
I'm tryna make amends with the system that I rage against
Me and Baxter back to back, acrobat
Abstract, doing doughnuts in a Cadillac
I'm so wavy like I hope you packed a anorak
This sh*t like the water rapids at Aqua Splash
I ride the funk elegant, sip the Chenin Blanc
Elequent, I'm Busta Rhymes on a elephant
Slim Papi supernatural (natural, natural)
Drippy the like juice from of a grilled animal
Slack jaw spread out across the summit
And peel off in the Peugeot with a Patrick Swayze mullet
Chorus (Jam Baxter)
Splash of vodka in the woodworm (splash splash)
Gulp of Rioja in the gullet (uh)
Yeah, tie their jelly legs together (wasn't me)
Turn around and act like I'm above it (above that sh*t)
I been on the edge, I been on the edge (yeah)
Sprawled out across the summit
Flick 'em off the map, catch 'em in the sky
I just lost a week , I was gettin' high, cameras never lie

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