Ghost Town - Velvet Swamp lyrics

(Verse 1 - Dabbla) Listen, Yo I represent myself, ain't one for telling tales I puff a lot of L's cause I love the way it smells If you ask me it's cool long as no one's getting raped But film it just in case cause that devil sh** sells Everything is digital, can't afford a twelve No one wants some CD sitting on the shelve But if Gaga can sing about s**ing man's off And JLS can sell s** to underage girls Well, I'ma do my thing and chuck it in the mix If you ain't feeling it then you can s** a bag of dicks Cause I've been using words so long they've lost meaning You can find my life's work scribbled cross the ceiling And in the meantime who gets the lean in? Scratching for that meaning, f** about and catch it like a beating Please be seated, MC's are getting de-leted Dabbla keep it gourmet fresh, your sh**s reheated Keep sleeping on it, no one's gonna prosper Watch the way we come and bring a wallop to your roster I creep upon you while you swallowing your Costa Dead Players running sh** from Holloway to Gloucester Murder the imposter, for fronting like a mobster Odds are you'll be screaming like a boiling lobster So what's the fuss about, who the hell do you think you are? Same deal, still the same guy, still pimping ‘ard (Verse 2 – Jam Baxter) I awake from the dream as a blurred mess With my mouth still sore from screaming the word yes Every time I was asked if I needed a next beverage Or if the views cris from this mountain of dead Hedonists Last one standing My shredded flesh felt the wrath of every cloud and smog And speck of powder on this (…?) I left them with a translucent Lucifer that held them back b**hing ‘bout the rinse they weren't welcome at Peering through the key holes with small sacks of floundering skin Throwing towel after towel in the ring I'm on a lifelong cotch Magnified white hot dots got the ants pranging out when the disguise washed off Got my style on lock and cello taped to my face Decorated and abled, the celebration awaits With this whole city tangled in my beard Weighing me down and my chins scraping the ground Like a generation of snakes A swap the spare screen that I keep deep in my gullet For a gla** of dry white and a three seater to summit When it kicks off, I'm skiing off Peace this evening Swirling round the street lights, bruised up and bleeding My fam's still jamming, too spangled to run With two legs in a ditch and these two tabs on my tongue Repackage my brain and boot back to the slums With a sign that reads decadence blue tacked to my gun (Verse 3 – Dirty Dike) I be that nicknamed, prick James Came from the bridge, where the kids make mixtapes and paint when they're pissed In those sh** stained kicks, getting chased by the pigs Was my favourite sh** from the days that we lived What a place to exist, my heart lies in New Street Ever since new pa**, the past times have moved me Our lives were boozy, maybe I'm just dreaming Before I leave the club you'll have to scrape me off the ceiling I buy a car load of avocados And roam about laughing in pyjamas and a bath robe And at our shows you get a free dil*o And be thoroughly encouraged not to wear any real clothes Just a hard hat, pair of the steel toes Give my buzz back, you dare try and steal those Eels, crows, cats, dogs, mice, rats, stick insects I'll put you in a pillow case and chuck you in the river next Suffering from liver stress f** it I've been nothing but a drunkard since I quit the breast Love it, I be s**ing it and f** if any chicks impressed A liquor heads, a liquor heads and I'm in love with cigarettes I went to hell and back again And still got arrested by the devil with my sack of paint Racking straight ma**ive great stripes up of crystal lines Sinking as the bitter rise distance me I sympathise (Verse 4 – Edward Scissortongue) The carrots on my shoulders spitting monologue squalking Why won't my feathered friend just stop talking? Jabbering about life's stories, trying to live my thoughts In the sentences I taught him Bun the parrot, dash him out the driving seat Flapping ‘bout redemption getting flattened by a JCB This tar black tarmac sparks as the cars crash Feathers flew skyward gracefully I'll throw nelly swerve under a low bridge Plunder the piss stop, no body noticed Spitting venom in this summer city solstice Off to another city, gunning down these roads quick It's like these people fail to notice The 8 track, brain trap, muzzles on their noses Pummelling the toe clips, hammering the pedals Power slide the hair pins, gunning for the medals See you in the meadows, speaking til the sun set Even if the evil gushing even wants to run red Yo we run red lights like we want d**h Running like a p**y at a street fight, dun said This goes out to the wise men birds With the packages of gold bars, frankincense and mur Bun the camel, exchange it for a monolithic curse And join us gunning to your city, drinking Whiskey as we swerve