Ghost Town - High lyrics

(Sample) (Verse 1 –Dabbla) Listen, yeah yeah Bust a little something she can skank to, stank proof Strapping that colossal size dank zoot Staring at a blank screen trying to keep my hands clean Catch me in a Japanese wa*k booth Yamming and champing your Mexicana On a penny farthing laughing at happily ever after Popping some bottles from Bratislava in a balaclava Smacking the f** out the makiwara I'm on that awesome sauce pour it over everything and stash it in my shorts Yeah, I've been smashing it with my thoughts And the answer to all of it is course of bloody course Bare swag, packing air bags Flapping in the wind like a f**ing Tibetan prayer flag Mug, got ‘em standing there like a spare prat f**, swear a lot and I'm getting stared at Smug, you're in love with it don't lie We're breathing life back in it, they're s**ing it bone dry But f** that! Cause right now I'm so high The only thing that's really missing is the spinning bow tie (Hook x2) I'm so high right now I probably couldn't even look you in the eye right now b**h I beg you, don't cry right now I'm just really trying to live my f**ing life right now (Verse 2 – Dabbla & Jam Baxter) I like my music so loud That the neighbours start shouting and screaming to turn it down Banging on the ceiling and floor ‘til they knock it through Hoping that the local authorities will sort it out Every one that know me, they know what I'm all about Middle fingers to the system, we wiling and balling out Ever since I climbed out the crib and I crawled around I've been raving in the kitchen and yamming up all your chow I ate the whole bag and now my head feels clearer Wave sweeps in, dawn draws nearer I've been out researching new ways to get weirder Ever since my check (…) scum and we nearer I drag the city round behind me by the ponytails Swung through the slum with a sign that said sofa sale Street bargains, come get fleeced A pair of grubby hands with a bag of pennies each (Hook) I'm so high right now I probably couldn't even look you in the eye right now b**h I beg you, don't cry right now I'm just really trying to live my f**ing life right now And I'm so waved right now Probably couldn't even drag me out the rave right now b**h I ain't trying to behave right now ‘Cause im trying to burn the f**ing stage right now (Verse 3 – Jam Baxter) Retching at the multi rig, as retched as it comes Strips of blotted paper all nestled on my tongue I rushed to the diner on the edge of town Walked in and ordered up a whole bowl of petulance for one Later, blagging off a stranger with wafer thin skin fashioned out of crate paper I catapulted out of the rave with a blonde geisha And a whole crew of goons crammed up in one trailer Every neon red night blurs together into one forest fire That burns in my mind forever Dead Players mix business and pleasure Into one hidden pocket of powder and stolen pleasure Still blessed, roll wreckless, the smog that filled the city was infectious Door smash, man enters, a rock of honey, glazed face and gold dentures (Hook) And I'm so waved right now Probably couldn't even drag me out the rave right now b**h I ain't trying to behave right now ‘Cause im trying to burn the f**ing stage right now I'm so high right now I probably couldn't even look you in the eye right now b**h I beg you, don't cry right now I'm just really trying to live my f**ing life right now