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Drenching Lyrics by Dead Players

Freshly Skeletal

2015

[Verse 1: Jam Baxter]

You wore that cape so the thieves couldn't get at you
Flapping your arms in the crude oil residue
Selling yourself ain't pulling in revenue
Mouth all stuck to a warm can of special brew
That girl peak man, I'm telling you
That bitch made me do things I'd never do
Slipping on skins every week, we'd shed a few
Raw dead pets in the tubes we fed em through
Lost my mind in an Indian summer
Whole strip of Valium just to be thorough
Rinsed every chemist on the shore for a slight taste
Took off the shades and I blew my cover
Brand new day, fresh warm colour
Same sly grin, same old nutter
Send my stomach in a ziplocked bag
To a vodka retreat in a bright white Russia

Slash that burden, life looks odd in your pirated version
Saved me a monkey and hired me a surgeon
Hot air balloon stitched onto my sternum
I was like burn em burn em light dat burn em
They were all basking in pools of detergent
Laid out scrubbing that scum from their person
As priests in a leer jet rushed to convert em
I told them again (told them em again)
They're never gonna scream your name
I was outside with my reborn brain
In a vat getting loose at a speed-core rave
But it's all blessed who's gonna fall next
I've been hitched up to the ceiling a while
That ain't a fresh clear head upon your neck right there
That's a whole lot of meat in a pile

Bridge 1: Jam Baxter
Yeah, the smile is ever stretching
My glass is ever filling
My organs catch a drenching
The vibe is all consuming
My team are all ascending
Ain't nothing like living in a hot mess swinging on a skyline
Tell your bredrin

Hook 1: Jam Baxter and Dabbla
Tell em shit's cool
(burn that bridge)
Yeah yeah it's all cool
(break that bond)
Running on fuel
(as we dip in the reserves)
Yeah tell em shit's cool
(tell em ain't nuffin' long)
I said tell em shit's cool
(burn that bridge)
Yeah yeah it's all cool
(break that bond)
Running on fuels
(as we dip in the reserves)
Yeah yeah it's all cool

Verse 2: Dabbla
How much of a good thing's too much
Open the crown and the root up
So i figured let's see how it pans out
Sat down picking fresh scabs off of these new cuts
Shut the butterflies out my loose guts
Got a bit too much had to turn the taps off
Did it my way, California highway
In a Cadillac shoo'ing all the bats off
Wallop (wallop)
Nah i'm good to the very last dollop
Couldn't care less for your premier impressions
You should let it rest if i'm honest
Blessed with a rare solace
Got torn into shreds, rips, tears from it
Still tryna place bets with a spare promise
Hard pressed grew a fresh new pair o bollocks

From the bottom of my heart to my bare pockets
Yeah I got it here's something I prepared on it
Tending to it like the only one who cared for it
Don't appreciate getting all these stares from it
Got a lot on my plate, type tectonic
Can prolly tell it from the weight that I step solid
Still scrubbing that slate with a wet sign
Hope you're getting everything that you expect from it
Stepped on it like a bad bit of nose bag
Being subtle ain't never been a strong point
This ain't one of them breakup love songs
Way I drink got me pissing like a racehorse
Let it take course at it's own rate
Got me in the frame like Gandhi
But this time man's on a run
So if you don't see me again just be sure that you tell em that I flew too close to the sun
And now we're all one (one)

Bridge 2: Jam Baxter
Yeah, the smile is ever stretching, my glass is ever filling, my organs catch a drenching
The vibe is all consuming, my team are all ascending
Ain't nothing like living in a hot mess swinging on a skyline, tell your bredrin

Hook 1: Jam Baxter and Dabbla
Tell em shit's cool
(burn that bridge)
Yeah yeah it's all cool
(break that bond)
Running on fuel
(as we dip in the reserves)
Yeah tell em shit's cool
(tell em ain't nuffin' long)
I said tell em shit's cool
(burn that bridge)
Yeah yeah it's all cool
(break that bond)
Running on fuel
(as we dip in the reserves)
Yeah yeah it's all cool
(tell em ain't nuffing long)
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Dead Players

Dead Players

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"Drenching" appears on "Freshly Skeletal" in 2015.

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