| So who’s that guy about two grand in debt
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| With a rank bank balance he’s too prang to check
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| Have a guess
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| Errrm got it in one, shit
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| The nuggetless wonder in this rudderless gun ship
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| I was like fuck this, slash them at will
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| Wait for the cabin lay claret to spill
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| Nah, how’s about we all eat some acid and chill
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| I got a fresh new planet to build before morning
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| Hoards of prawns warping, cosmonauts calling
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| The ear splitting sound of the dogs at war brawling
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| And barking and still snarling behind us
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| Nice up the function, jump on the night bus
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| You die once better make it a spectacle
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| A golden swirl to the sky, two twisted tentacles
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| Shit looks incredible, the grand master of merk grim spitter and words turn
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| professional
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| (Verse 2 — Verb T)
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| Man what’s important
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| I’ve got a family that I’m supporting
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| So new garms I don’t sport them
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| It’s three tees with old jeans
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| I was transfixed by this music my whole teens
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| All through my twenties I was making it
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| Aiming for the rent I was just barely scraping it
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| Just hit thirty, no savings
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| Drowning in an overdraft sky’s look overcast
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| Does that make me a bad father?
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| Don’t remark, I know the answer, I know it’s hard
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| We brave the storm like Noah’s Ark
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| With the ink perform open heart surgery
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| Heard the beat, grabbed the pen with the urgency
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| First degree murder, I leave the page burgundy
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| I followed my path and did it my way certainly
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| All your shit talk ain’t concerning me
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| (Verse 3 — Jam Baxter)
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| I guess I never saw it coming but bring a few bottles this sunsets stunning
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| Still buzzing grating that sour zest, these bitter cowards get nothing
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| He gave up, fuck him
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| It’s not worth discussing anymore, in this light machines look human with
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| putrid windpipes
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| Spit shine the shoes of an illusion, entwined in barb wire spirals
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| The moon at midnight, the final
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| Boarding call for all rejects, scramble for the gate yelling
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| Me next! |
| Me next!
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| Thief’s get slashed and flying ain’t what it was
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| Just bare crying babies in the air with a common cough
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| Cross them off, failure of an engine
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| Successful departure spare parts descending
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| Shit what a sight but some stay grounded
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| Salute the few, sit down or get counting
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| (Verse 4 — Verb T)
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| We got love all over the UK and overseas
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| We do it like nobody but won’t be seen acting dumb shouting 'notice me'
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| Mould the beat to a sculpture see
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| Whilst the vultures peak, staying hungry you ain’t feeding
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| It’s hard work T been putting in recently as ever
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| Man I’m trying to stay awake, managing I dare say
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| So clear the airspace, please stay away
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| God damn you fools smell like mascara and hairspray
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| It all goes pear shaped, still face life smiling
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| Taking setbacks in my stride and I’m rising
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| Live in the building, demonstrating why you’ve got to keep the club ventilated
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| I mean the centigrade and Fahrenheit
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| So keep the lemonade, now add a line |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Squashed , by - Jam Baxter. Song from the album The Gruesome Features, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп