Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Guilty, artist - Jam Baxter. Album song Touching Scenes, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 15.11.2018
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: High Focus
Song language: English
Guilty |
You should start a brand new career as a mime artist |
They made me want to win the prize for who dies fastest (thank you) |
Strolled in and dribbled stale red wine on the white carpets |
Force-fed his vampiric inner circle diced garlic (shots) |
They stuffed bees in my barnet, barking at me |
Bleary eyed staring at a scrawny faced scarred with acne |
He asked me to escort him to nirvana by the arm |
I swiftly sawed my hands off and hailed a passing taxi |
Blades find skin, please keep score, dip jab slice, encore encore |
The addict caught his neck in every sliding carriage door |
The world whizzed by, the streets were lightly dusted in manure |
We did laps of the city on these rusty trains daily |
I used to ride them till my guts became gravy |
Left the club looking like an oven baked baby with this chick sweetly slurring «Girl, your mother may hate me, but it’s cool» |
'Cos you never lose your mind’s the only rule (the only rule) |
The whole world’s trying to take me for a fool (for a fool) |
Slit my brain, pick a thought out, they all filthy (filthy), all filthy |
I’ll be doing very odd things 'til I’ve got twenty odd chins |
And a mountain of fat topped with jelly soft skin (yeah) |
Saw that lake of blood and guts and belly flopped in |
Now we’re all guilty (guilty), all guilty (guilty), all guilty (guilty) |
Yeah |
I thought he’d been maturing lately |
But he still begs his girl to call him baby (by text) |
I think we’re all just crazy |
Arms outstretched, walking wavy |
We saw the view from every bridge in town |
The filth that tempts a thousand intertwining tiny kids to drown (splash) |
But me? |
If I’m diving in I’ll swim around |
Clown fish skanking in the deep, fuck your middle ground (fuck it) |
He sidled up to me at some disgusting diner |
Slipped a baggie in my pocket counted every crusty fiver |
The acid in his voice was what was pecking at my soul |
Man, I guess you could dissolve a dead body in this cunt’s saliva |
It’s all getting easier with each saga |
My brain secretes a flood of deep laughter |
He gently nibbled at the heels of his sheep farmer |
I slapped my driver in the face and scream «Faster!» |
It’s cool |
'Cos you never lose your mind’s the only rule (the only rule) |
The whole world’s trying to take me for a fool (for a fool) |
Slit my brain, pick a thought out, they all filthy (filthy), all filthy (filthy) |
I’ll be doing very odd things 'til I’ve got twenty odd chins and a mountain of |
fat topped with jelly soft skin |
Saw that lake of blood and guts and belly flopped in |
Now we all guilty (guilty), all guilty (guilty), all guilty (guilty) |
(Guilty… yeah, yeah) |