Lyrics Long Gone - Dabbla, Jam Baxter

Long Gone

Long gone
Flight connected to Hong Kong
Vodka shot with some blonde ting
Stop asking me where I’m from from
Bombshell
Got the tekkers like Roswell
Up all night with that bang bang
Start cracking open that nutshell
She want the raw shit?
It’s all played out, exhausted
Don’t believe the bullshit
Whether re-recited or prerecorded
Yep, get it sorted
Your bravery’s never been awarded
Can’t fight the forces I know
Might not seem supported, but I am
Get 'em involved
Out on a limb and I’m off on the road
I can’t be fucking with none of these devils
My levels are spiralling out of control
Handing it to them
Them man have been told
Keep all the money, the power, the gold
The spirit, the matter, the body, the soul
Isn’t in it unless it’s got something to hold
Hold on
That’s alchemy
Your whole shit’s gone
The family stepped over the boundaries
Up late rolling bangers on the balcony
Don’t sleep
Don’t quit
Can’t flop, flake, can’t slip
You should really have a word with yourself
Talking all sorts you really can’t flip
Talking that gas you really can’t back
Chatting that shit you really don’t live
Yapping that air you really can’t walk
Bout that fuck I really couldn’t give
It would appear not
Hear what?
Man’ll hit the road
Then I steered off
Better keep me out of your earshot
I bust one big fat thug teardrop
Wheel it, jack it, tell him
Spin it back and get it
Wheel it, jack it, tell him
Spin it back and get it
Wheel it, jack it, tell him
Spin it back and get it
Wheel it, jack it, tell him
Spin it back and get it
Shit’s been weird for a minute
Pushed last year to its limit
Fucked my way around Asia
Came back scowling
And got an all clear from the clinic
So what was I worrying for?
Somebody’s head just got stuck in my jaw
They’re like is he skanking or bubbling or
Is he skidding around in the blood on the floor?
I can’t tell
Want enough drugs to supply my dance, then bring a whole cartel
How many pounds of your flesh can I fit on this barbell?
Change the spelling of your name to a large L
And nothing else
You ain’t on a wave, go suck yourself
Yeah!
Still feeling godly
Use your features to feed a zombie
Still chewing this toothpick
Man, I got the new kid telling this teachers on me
Just make sure you’re eating properly
This diet of pills got me spiralling west
Me, I could serve my saliva instead of this liquor
So come and get high on my breath
Every two minutes I’m flying the nest
Pissing you off from a distance again, shit
I am a million men
Yeah, I do not listen to them
I do not back 'em at all
Gluing your back to the wall
I was just minding my business
But all of these cackling demons just happened to call
I’m bored of all of you
Take you all out, form a queue
All their spindly fingers drag a whole giant life story I’m snoring through
That’s not what I call a crew
Get that plank you call a face sawn in two
All them dickheads inhabit your head so I’m still not sure who I’m talking to
Wheel it, jack it, tell him
Spin it back and get it
Wheel it, jack it, tell him
Spin it back and get it