Ghost Town - B.A.W.G lyrics

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Ghost Town - B.A.W.G lyrics

(Sample) (Verse One – Jam Baxter) Yeah, look So I was riding a placenta out of this planets miscarriage Ballied up, singing power ballads whilst I pissed acid When the barbed wire mesh and circled the sky I breeze through bleeding, tripping out, surfing a high Brightly burning I guess we'll never make the final form Auditioning for d**h threats Face sipping, find the cure Midnights calling me, belling up my line of doors Screaming I will drag you to the ships by your spinal cord Cool I'll be there, save a spot between the freaks Club footing, pigeon legs, stuck in weathered beaten teeth Mark ‘em down as flightless, bitter, blind pilots Chewing gum stains on the streets for sky divers All scraped from the paving, a lifetime of training Sitting round the gunner's scene, they couldn't find the blazing We requested every seat in the auditorium So all the boring talk is obscured by a roaring audience Now, a man made a (….?) used needles 12 blue babies stab each other to amuse people One scrawny fool f**s a nuke in a creep's sequel (?) Starring our innards and a cast of scared sinners And any eye can scan the front page I murmur As I can scan through a list of every stage I murdered And then the sky folded out again, curled around my system And I whipped out a dark shade of crimson (Hook x2) I slip through life on the skin of my teeth So I still ain't gotta listen to this civilised priest That breathes air, woft, gas Bats in the attic all dropping on ma** (Verse 2 – Dabbla) My styles like speeded up footage of sh** growing Get your f**ing arse in the car and let's get going A whole lemon rolled to the window and lip blowing With my pants half-co*ked in the wip with my dick glowing Funny how they pick up on words when they're spat vulgar Lower shacks of sh** got ‘em gagging the rap coder Younger rappers thinking it's cool if they act older Just another chip of the block off a fat boulder It's how I'm living, it's something I love doing yeah Something I'd be damned if I'm letting you mugs ruin I'll have a rapper pooping his panties in one movement Whilst I'm smoothly stepping out of the box that they dubbed you in Go and judge a book by its cover, collect the karma Instead of trying to better yourself and connect the dharma None of us will be here forever and life is fragile Motherf**er go humble yourself and forget the drama As-salamu alaykum my people, what's f**ing gwarning? Hunger seems to lose all its meaning when people starving I'm trying to listen to writers that drop that knowledge If I'm honest though I've heard it before and its proper jarring Barring that you should have been sponsored by f**ing Carling Laughing at the style in your stance in which you be sparring I'm sick of talking you'll probably see me walking Especially if you can't handle your end of the f**ing bargain (Hook x2) I slip through life on the skin of my teeth So I still ain't gotta listen to this civilised priest That breathes air, woft, gas Bats in the attic all dropping on ma**