Jam Baxter - Vomit lyrics

(Verse 1 - Dabbla) How can I put this nicely, politely go f** yourself You think i'ma drink to that cause it's pricey? None of that sh** excites me How can I put it in a way you be getting it so precisely When I sum it up so concisely I don't give a f** who likes me, b**h! I'ma do my thing and if that ain't good enough you can spin Ca' It all depend on what mood i'm I paint a master piece when i'm doodling, b**h! Oh gosh, shut the door my toes squashed I'll be there for the whole nine and come acclimatised to that cold wash Chaps feel, everything on my laps spilt I don't care if you're self taught, you ain't touching my rap sk** Man are quick off the bat still, dragging in what the cat k**ed Keep my boots and my hat filled, glad I ain't f**ed with that deal Just as well never sat still, relax chill Nar man that's not me, fully fledged you can f** off or go hard fam But don't come back with no bars man, it's not as if this sh**'s hard fam Keep your hands off the gla** though, this is nothing but Jah's plan (Hook) Ever had a feeling when you knew it was gonna happen but you didn't see it coming Whole life gone flash in a millisecond, you can feel the burp from the bottom of your stomach Ah man that's not what you wanted, swallow that down now try not to vomit (Ergh) Vomit (Ergh) Vomit (Ergh) Vomit (Ergh) Vomit A few puffs, a king set of guts and a bean I can trust, that's all I ever wanted I do raps, done a few laps, what I've noticed is that it's all gas 'til its solid I'ma bop by while I still got it, sod it, pick your way through while I vomit (ergh) Vomit (Ergh) Vomit (Ergh) Vomit (Ergh) Vomit (Verse 2 - Jam Baxter) Oi, check the view on the tenth floor balcony Might take you a week, to a month, to a year to squeeze a single bar outta me You live in a 2-D dream, cider pricks and UV jeans Been my own boss since 20-10 so I ain't quite sure what routine means Breakfast movie at 2pm, yam lunch at News At Ten Skip dinner, neck this liquor, another night with a brutal end I've got French gash telling my crew "Je t'aime" I'm never wearing a suit again Life's too crispy, I look like a typhoon hit me I saw man back a whole bottle and now he's telling me I am too tipsy Right who's with me, let's burn the town down, record the carnage Screaming infants and upload that sh** straight to Soundcloud Arsonist, full time narcissist, lifes been a blur since I found that friendly pharmacist Park the whip and barrel roll out the back k** the show and count the cash, enjoy your ounce of crack Louder gasps, bump this in your whip and get it written off And when you catch us back stage try not to piss us off Moving like a fuming swarm of k**er wasps Blacked out garms like i'm channelling my inner goth (Hook) Ever had a feeling when you knew it was gonna happen but you didn't see it coming Whole life gone flash in a millisecond, you can feel the burp from the bottom of your stomach Ah man that's not what you wanted, swallow that down now try not to vomit (ergh) Vomit (Ergh) Vomit (Ergh) Vomit (Ergh) Vomit A few puffs, a king set of guts and a bean I can trust, that's all I ever wanted I do raps, done a few laps, what I've noticed is that it's all gas 'til its solid I'ma bop by while I still got it, sod it, pick your way through while I vomit (ergh) Vomit (Ergh) Vomit (Ergh) Vomit (Ergh) Vomit