sundown sundown - jam baxter lyrics
[verse 1: jam baxter]
yeah
stare down at the city (then what?)
the bricks whisper: ‘none of this was ever yours’ (never)
greasy, little secrets and crumpled years are running wild
stuffed in all my dresser drawers (stuffed)
a string of lies tied on to the back of him
the kids watch, his eyes rocking and rattling
all crudely stuck to the background by the hundred
we picked at their edges and peeled ’em off of the packaging
(yeah*yеah) yeah, little lepеrs play in the rubble
the bugs fled our footsteps setting sail on the puddle
tumbled in
dancing a celebratory shuffle
with a drooling date dressed in a negligee and a muzzle
waking up at a ten o’clock and sweating off the party
she asked what i’m doing here
i said, “i’m on safari”
the whole crew’s dusty
terracotta army
in the back folding wraps, that’s the devil’s origami
they’re giving me side*eye in the offie
with this white rum stacked up sky*high in the trolley
with a flock of devils drawn on the right*side of my body
i enjoy my ninth pineapple mai tai in the lobby
(ayy) ayy, sundown sundown (sundown)
storm clouds stuffed in my sleeves
the kid walks in, folds the whole room in half
snips a hole in the air, slips under and leaves
[verse 2: black josh & nog]
she ducked her mouth but we talked it out like it’s therapy
on a flight through the middle east
stopped in tel aviv
tahiti hot, her bikini got me in disbelief
from beach*to*yacht, to then back in her block
then, time to leave (umm)
seen a lot
from the streets, so i’m walking my own path
keep the shots, had a litre of voss pouring in my glass
tequila got señorita rocked, so it’s time to dash
speeding off
but need a shot before i reach the gaff
boss looking at me funny ‘cos i’m fully buzzing (yeah yeah)
don’t dare me right now if you think i wouldn’t
allegedly been doing most of the things they say i shouldn’t
making money how i got to, i can’t wait on nothing (no)
toasting every win turned to self*destruction
chasing dreams [and drinks in the club?]
too much on my mind, can’t even function (no way)
i just need some head and i’m good (yeah, yeah)
ten toes in my size 9’s, it’s joshy
i was stood in centre*stage with the bright lights, feeling godly
rubbing my eyes, they study, my highlights, but they’re novice
i’m on primetime digging the skyline from the office
(uh, uh, uh) grinding ’til sundown, sundown
signed a contract, can we yacht now?
ayy, i got bills to pay, charge it to the game (yeah)
yeah, i got a blimmer, flames, spiderman with mary jane (ahn, ahn)
[verse 3: nog]
esse instrumental sombrio é o puro vodu
contato paranormal: eu, minha caneta, e um whisky duplo do blue
eu dou meu sangue igual um furo no pulso
meu lado obscuro te assusta tipo criança no escuro, né? (boo)
a ar*15 canta (tu*du*du*du, tu*du*du*du)
terceiro mundo é assim, fome de morte, mais que a de um urubu
vários amigos são do corre, uns caíram, te juro
que, nessa bala, eu sempre penso se eu pulo ou não pulo
tipo a navalha do [?], cortei umas asa’ com o rap
escreve uma rima que presta, não sou o que vai pôr na selfie assim
this sh*t is poetic, get it, like shakespeare
my pen will never drop on the paper, a fake deer
uma da manhã com a chuva suja
tem uns mano’ que vende, porque tem vários mano’ que usa
na rua, nem sempre quem tá certo não tem culpa
já vi inocente em fuga, cuidado com essa viatura
uh, é por um fio, né?
hoje eu tô em londres e amanhã tô no brasil, ó
só abre o olho pra aquilo que ‘cê não viu
quem plantou a s*m*nte errada nem sempre tá com o fuzil
[verse 4: jehst]
when my vision is unboxed
you hear the sounds of a million gunshots
ain’t no goody*goody
but i’m billing the gumdrops (ayy)
car trunk shake when the drum drops
then we skate off on these dunlops
middle finger
what the bloodclaat? (what the bloodclaat?)
props to the villains who run blocks
you can feel the wrath of the young gods
and that’s squad (sqwad)
put ’em on the t**th of the god squad
the little man’s lethal as oddjob
we on job
take the don’s spot?
that’s a long shot
you’re on a training day with the wrong cop
king kong ain’t got sh*t on me (ain’t got sh*t on me)
jewels catch the light
they wanna throw shade, ain’t hitting me (nah)
in my own lane
ain’t switching up
any opp
within close range is a sitting duck
quack, quack (quack)
hit ’em with the abstract
mugshot
look like a gorilla in a snapback
open hand slap for the fraudulent
that goes for all of ’em
jacking my formula
tryna track my coordinates
now for my next trick
i need a volunteer from the audience
ayo, big cheat never skin t**th when the camera cl!ck
i won’t stand for your sh*t, colin kaepernick
mary answered my prayers, i’m a catholic
cut the box in half, that’s a magic trick
[verse 5: black alien]
fuzil? que fuzil? quem me viu mentiu
quando o bico canta, ninguém fica pra contar, titio
sem bigode, sem buço, sem alma
sem cabeça pra botar chapéu, sem calma pra comprar vinil
go google me, sem essa de gugu pra mim
eu vim chapado de erva e dramin, enfim
irritado e ranzinza de jetlag
debaixo desse céu cinza, eu quero um disco de reggae
gimme di hardcore, sem gelo no scotch
sem scotland yard, eu tô ligeiro nos bote
a hora do silêncio é contando os malote
a hora do barulho é sem contar com a sorte
voodoo child
a gente morre jovem, isso faz a gente jovem e mal
[?] the clash, drum
nome dela tá na lista e não esquece o meu cash
anarquia in the uk
oi, nós aqui na terra da rainha que nem rei
h*llo, h*llo, london calling me
depois que eu fiz o show, mermão, não cola em mim
exile on main street, serve o chá
um, dois, três, às quatro e vinte, quase cinco já
[verse 6: xamã]
viemos de atlantis de jetski
vejo o filme como livros, é o xamã bukowski
índios vivos, pretos vivos, campo grande, london city
me dá o beat que eu me viro, eu tenho um primo robson que
tomou um tiro igual deniro e assistia roque santeiro
‘cê não vai entender o que eu falo, isso é idioma de bueiro
que duvido perder o calo, nós é pica, meu parceiro
bota eu e o black na track, garantimo’ seu dinheiro
ve*ve*ve, vejo blazers, jovens infratores em blazers
armas com visão mira laser
meu melhor professor tomando choque de taser
stranger thing*ers, na rua, ‘cê não passa dos quinze
ah, bangkok, alcoholic hanc*ck
paranoico, parabólico, punk rock, xamãzin’, oh, f*ck
black*block, olha pra mina, eu te dou um boxe
tudo na mala do crossfox, tudo na conta do rei
hoje meu gol tá num fox sport, one, two, tô me sentindo [?]
quantos deles são de nós?
quantos deles são de nós? são de nós?
quantos deles são de nós? yeah, hmm
voodoo child
a gente diz, “i love you”, a gente diz, “i love you” e tchau
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