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Lessons
192
Hip-Hop/Rap
Utwór Lessons został wydany 25 października 2010 przez High Focus Records jako część albumu Rinse Out Friday / Spack Out Monday
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Data wydania25 października 2010
WytwórniaHigh Focus Records
JęzykEnglish
Melodyjność
Akustyczność
Valence
Taneczność
Energia
BPM85

Kredyty

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Jam Baxter
Jam Baxter
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jam Baxter
Jam Baxter
Songwriter
Naive
Naive
Composer

Tekst Utworu

Whatever… listen…
[Verse 1]:
I’m getting that urge again, penning a pearl of zen
Life like a snuff film, set in a serpent's den
Medicine blurs the lens, never return to them days
Back then, with the smell of the curdled phlegm (why?)
We’ll all turn to blancmange when the bombs come
Tom Thumb, coughing on the knots on his long tongue
Brain like a soft sponge, left hand squeezing the reign
For his hot lungs, flaming in god's dunge
Escape from the pond stung, Job done I’m soaring
Wait till the fresh wave of slop comes calling
I bop subs warring like what cuz? Brawling
I ain’t swayed veins full of hot blood coursing
My construct’s forming, mans on his rampage
Enjoy your man-made rat cage slash grave, Mr. Magoo
My visions of truth’s this blank page
Sit in your soup, I live in the booth the fraff made
[Chorus]:
Yeah…
You’ll never learn it again, cuz
You’ll stop murking your friends off
You’ll stop drifting in circles
You’ll stop stridling a hurdle
[Verse 2]:
I’m getting the shakes again, set in my ways again
Life like a shit play, set on the stage for them
Venomous faceless men, dressing the snakes again
Coiled in the tall grass, ready to maim their friends
Bruv I seen them, act like you haven’t yet
When the tube sinks in like fangs in the flabby neck
You can feel the clammy breath dampen your scabby flesh
Spin round, fists out, smack em with the jab and check
Cuz a pack of these demons rocking fancy dress
Will never drag my lean features back down them scatty steps
Sat with my dragon breath (uh), baccy and a bag of cess
Just tryna make sense of matter in a mass of mess
Call it how you see it (what?), I call it how to be a man
None of that Peter Pan steez, cuz, be a man (yeah)
And so I’m waiting for the reaper-man
Fists clenched, eyes wide, bathing in the sea of jam
[Outro]:
Yo
You’ll stop rocking that dunce hat
You’ll stop clocking that dumb yat
You’ll stop trusting the leaders
You’ll start trusting your teachers, deepness
Written by: Jam Baxter, Naive
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