Jam Baxter - Do It lyrics

Go and get me another drink like (Chorus) Ain't no shoulda, woulda, coulda when it comes to getting out of my mind I just do it, do it, do it Ain't no shoulda, woulda, coulda when it comes to getting out of my mind I just do it, do it, do it (Verse One - Dabbla) Bring that bounce by the fluid ounce In the house drinking some sh**, that I can't pronounce Big amounts in the system I'm feeling marvellous You ain't gonna f** with my bubble, by starting arguments What a c*nt, that's the an*lysis Dabbla stay happy as Larry, whoever Larry is?! Spinning a million different narratives Whilst I'm showing you who the daddy is Unanimous verdict, magnanimous Polygraphic platters with traffic, I'm in your canisters The highest ranking amba**adors, couldn't understand So they ran with a pack of jaguars Such a hazardous world but it feels rare Must remain courageous and all of them tings there For now, back to the buzz whilst its still there Just promise you'll be sticking my dick in a wheelchair (Verse 2 – Lee Scott) The clocks melting, stop yelping it's not helping I figured life out with my head in the troth belching I blame Franky's tears on the lack of beers And it's too late to audition for the cast of Cheers I go west when I blaze a J I'm trying to spend the night on a wasted day I'm flying through tables like Mick Foley, even the sub titles misquote me And no we can't drink slowly, a peasant with a king skin rollie VIP A-Lister, holding up the bar like a weight lifter I apologise like Anita Baker I'm confused which handshake to use when I meet the maker Just give it to me straight I don't need the chaser Say it now and I'm thinking of the meanings later (Chorus – X2) Ain't no shoulda, woulda, coulda when it comes to getting out of my mind I just do it, do it, do it Ain't no shoulda, woulda, coulda when it comes to getting out of my mind I just do it, do it, do it (Verse 3 - Jam Baxter) I place an hourly wager on the suicide rates keeper Long running list of things that you and I hate Must you arrive late, send warmth for the living things Plug when the waste falls and wild cards singing hymns But with a certain inner stillness I ain't eating none of the less and welcomed all resulting illness Inhale the fume without filters, every terraced yard like a tin of cold pilchards Each especially apathetic, shrivelled up and enveloped in anaesthetic Gurgling my bath, allegedly I'm crooks Grim maintained by cleverly hung hooks, it's easy I enter to all applause, two straws in a lake of obscure cures Surfs up, pirouetting off the edge Slurp a hole with a blood boiling in my chest (Chorus – X2) Ain't no shoulda, woulda, coulda when it comes to getting out of my mind I just do it, do it, do it Ain't no shoulda, woulda, coulda when it comes to getting out of my mind I just do it, do it, do it I don't want this night to end or this life to pa** me by But we keep on drinking, keep on smoking, getting so high I don't remember many ways, I wake up tomorrow with no yesterday But when we need to celebrate and I have yet to figure out a better way I don't want this night to end but my friend If you ain't got money to spend, go get a lend