Dead Players - Drenching lyrics

[Verse 1: Jam Baxter] You wore that cape so the thieves couldn't get at you Flapping your arms in the cue door residue Selling yourself ain't pulling in revenue Mouth all stuck to a warm can of special brew That got peak man, I'm telling you That b**h made me do things I'd never do Slipping on skins every week, we'd shed a few Raw dead pets in the tubes we fed em through Lost my mind in an Indian summer Whole strip of Valium just to be thorough Rinsed every chemist on the shore for a slight taste Took off the shades and I blew my cover Brand new day, fresh warm colour Same sly grin, same old nutter Send my stomach in a ziplocked bag To a vodka retreat in a bright white Russia Slash that burden, life looks odd in your pirated version Saved me a monkey and hired me a surgeon Hot air balloon stitched onto my sternum I was like burn em burn em light dat burn em They were all basking in pools of detergent Laid out scrubbing that scum from their person As priests in a leer jet rushed to convert em I told them again (told them em again) They're never gonna scream your name I was outside with my reborn brain In a vat getting loose at a speed-core rave But it's all blessed who's gonna fall next I've been hitched up to the ceiling a while That ain't a fresh clear head upon your neck right there That's a whole lot of me in a pile Bridge 1: Jam Baxter Yeah, the smile is ever stretching My gla** is ever filling My organs catch a drenching The fire is all consuming My team are all ascending Ain't nothing like living in a hot mess swinging on a skyline Tell your bredrin Hook 1: Jam Baxter and Dabbla Tell em sh**'s cool (burn that bridge) Yeah yeah it's all cool (break that bond) Running on fuel (as we dip in the reserves) Yeah tell em sh**'s cool (tell em ain't nuffin' long) I said tell em sh**'s cool (burn that bridge) Yeah yeah it's all cool (break that bond) Running on fuels (as we dip in the reserves) Yeah yeah it's all cool Verse 2: Dabbla How much of a good thing's too much Open the crown and the root up So i figured let's see how it pans out Sat down picking fresh scabs off of these new cuts Shattered bu*terflies and my loose guts Got a bit too much had to turn the taps off Did it my way, California highway In a Cadillac shoo'ing all the bats off Wallop (wallop) Nah i'm good to the very last dollop Couldn't care less for your premier impressions You should let it rest if i'm honest Blessed with a rare solace Got torn into shreds, rips, tears from it Still tryna place bets with a spare promise Hard pressed grew a fresh new pair o bollocks From the bottom of my heart to my bare pockets Yeah I got it here's something I prepared on it Tending to it like the only one who cared for it Don't appreciate getting all these stares from it Got a lot on my plate, i'm tectonic Can prolly tell it from the weight that I step solid Still scrubbing that slate with a wet sign Hope you're getting everything that you expect from it Stepped on it like a bad bit of nose bag Being subtle ain't never been a strong point This ain't one of them breakup love songs Way I drink got me pissing like a racehorse Let it take course at it's own rate Got me in the frame like Gandhi But this time man's on a run So if you don't see me again just be sure that you tell em that I flew too close to the sun And now we're all one (one) Bridge 2: Jam Baxter Yeah, the smile is ever stretching, my gla** is ever filling, my organs catch a drenching The fire is all consuming, my team are all ascending Ain't nothing like living in a hot mess swinging on a skyline, tell your bredrin Hook 1: Jam Baxter and Dabbla Tell em sh**'s cool (burn that bridge) Yeah yeah it's all cool (break that bond) Running on fuel (as we dip in the reserves) Yeah tell em sh**'s cool (tell em ain't nuffin' long) I said tell em sh**'s cool (burn that bridge) Yeah yeah it's all cool (break that bond) Running on fuel (as we dip in the reserves) Yeah yeah it's all cool (tell em ain't nuffing long)