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Drenching
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Alternative Rap
Drenching was released on October 26, 2015 by High Focus Records as a part of the album Freshly Skeletal
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Release DateOctober 26, 2015
LabelHigh Focus Records
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM109

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Dead Players
Dead Players
Performer
Jam Baxter
Jam Baxter
Performer
Dabbla
Dabbla
Performer
GhostTown
GhostTown
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
GhostTown
GhostTown
Songwriter
Frankie Teardrop
Frankie Teardrop
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
GhostTown
GhostTown
Producer

Lyrics

You wore that cape so the fiends couldn't get at you
Flapping your arms in the corridor residue
Selling yourself ain't pulling in revenue
Mouth all stuck to a warm can of special brew
You gotta peep man I'm telling you
That bitch made me do things I'd never do
Slipping on skins every week we shed a few
While our dead pets in the tubes we fed them food
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
Sent my stomach in a zip lock bag
To a vodka retreat in a bright white Russia
Stashed that burden
Life looks odd in your pirated version
Saved up a monkey and hired me a surgeon
Hot air balloon stitched on to my sternum
I was like burn 'em, burn 'em, like that, burn 'em
They were all basking in pools of detergent
Laid out scrubbing that scum from their purses
And as priests in a Lear jet rush to convert 'em
I told 'em again
They're never gonna scream your name
I was outside with my reborn brain
In a vat getting loose at a speedcore rave
And it's all blessed, who's gonna fall next
I've been hitched up to the scene in a while
That ain't a fresh clear head up on your neck right there
That's a whole lot of me in a pile
The smile is ever stretching
My glass is ever filling
My organs catch a drenching
The vibe is all consuming
My team are all ascending
Ain't nothing like living in a hot mess
Swinging on the skyline, tell your bredrin
Tell 'em shit'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 shit's cool
Tell 'em ain't nothing long
I said tell 'em shit's cool
How much of a good thing is 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 these new cuts
Shat the butterflies out my loose guts
Got a bit too much, had to turn the taps off
Did it my way, California highway
In a Cadillac shooing all the bats off
Wallop, wallop
Now I'm good to the very last dollar
And couldn't care less for your premiere impressions
You should let it rest if I'm honest
Blessed with a rare solace
Got torn into shreds, ripped tears from it
Still trying to place bets with a spare promise
Hard pressed grew a fresh new pair of 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 type tectonic
Can probably tell it from the weight that the step's solid
Still scrubbing that slate with a wet something
Hope you getting everything that you expect from it
Stepped on it like a bad bit of nosebag
Being subtle ain't never been a strong point
This ain't one of them break up love songs
Way I drink got me pissing like a racehorse
Let it take course at its own rate
Got me in a frame like Gandhi
But this time man's on the 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 that we're all one
The smile is ever stretching
My glass is ever filling
My organs catch a drenching
The vibe is all consuming
My team are all ascending
Ain't nothing like living in a hot mess
Swinging on the skyline, tell your bredrin
Tell 'em shit'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 shit's cool
Tell 'em ain't nothing long
I said tell 'em shit's cool
Written by: Frankie Teardrop, GhostTown
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