Long Gone - Dabbla, Jam Baxter

Long gone

Flight connected to Hong Kong

Vodka shot with some blonde ting

Stop asking me where I’m from from

Bombshell

Got the tekkers like Roswell

Up all night with that bang bang

Start cracking open that nutshell

She want the raw shit?

It’s all played out, exhausted

Don’t believe the bullshit

Whether re-recited or prerecorded

Yep, get it sorted

Your bravery’s never been awarded

Can’t fight the forces I know

Might not seem supported, but I am

Get 'em involved

Out on a limb and I’m off on the road

I can’t be fucking with none of these devils

My levels are spiralling out of control

Handing it to them

Them man have been told

Keep all the money, the power, the gold

The spirit, the matter, the body, the soul

Isn’t in it unless it’s got something to hold

Hold on

That’s alchemy

Your whole shit’s gone

The family stepped over the boundaries

Up late rolling bangers on the balcony

Don’t sleep

Don’t quit

Can’t flop, flake, can’t slip

You should really have a word with yourself

Talking all sorts you really can’t flip

Talking that gas you really can’t back

Chatting that shit you really don’t live

Yapping that air you really can’t walk

Bout that fuck I really couldn’t give

It would appear not

Hear what?

Man’ll hit the road

Then I steered off

Better keep me out of your earshot

I bust one big fat thug teardrop

Wheel it, jack it, tell him

Spin it back and get it

Wheel it, jack it, tell him

Spin it back and get it

Wheel it, jack it, tell him

Spin it back and get it

Wheel it, jack it, tell him

Spin it back and get it

Shit’s been weird for a minute

Pushed last year to its limit

Fucked my way around Asia

Came back scowling

And got an all clear from the clinic

So what was I worrying for?

Somebody’s head just got stuck in my jaw

They’re like is he skanking or bubbling or

Is he skidding around in the blood on the floor?

I can’t tell

Want enough drugs to supply my dance, then bring a whole cartel

How many pounds of your flesh can I fit on this barbell?

Change the spelling of your name to a large L

And nothing else

You ain’t on a wave, go suck yourself

Yeah!

Still feeling godly

Use your features to feed a zombie

Still chewing this toothpick

Man, I got the new kid telling this teachers on me

Just make sure you’re eating properly

This diet of pills got me spiralling west

Me, I could serve my saliva instead of this liquor

So come and get high on my breath

Every two minutes I’m flying the nest

Pissing you off from a distance again, shit

I am a million men

Yeah, I do not listen to them

I do not back 'em at all

Gluing your back to the wall

I was just minding my business

But all of these cackling demons just happened to call

I’m bored of all of you

Take you all out, form a queue

All their spindly fingers drag a whole giant life story I’m snoring through

That’s not what I call a crew

Get that plank you call a face sawn in two

All them dickheads inhabit your head so I’m still not sure who I’m talking to

Wheel it, jack it, tell him

Spin it back and get it

Wheel it, jack it, tell him

Spin it back and get it