Vulture - Jam Baxter, Мауро Джулиани

You can’t crawl out your basement

If you want a few heart palpitations

I guess we can come to a foul arrangement

Something like a modern-day Faust and Satan

It’s all unfolding behind my back

I provide the facts

You’ll supply the rumours

I draw for the top drawer

Whip out a ballpoint pen and rewrite your futures, yeah

I send 'em to Hell in a flash but the Devil ain’t belling me back

It’s a par

I guess he’s sat with a sket on his lap

Getting head in the back of a car

Rip the flesh off your face, let us see what you actually are

You’re all about self-preservation

I’ll pickle your features and shatter the jar

The life I live’ll rip your eyelids clean off

And chain your brain to a fence with a D-Lock

Force you to rewatch my whole past

In a pitch-black room on a five-year detox, yeah

Pick holes in a kids whole ethos

Reel off lies all night

Your life’s a freshly killed carcass you can’t get a piece off

Swinging at the vultures on them shoulder blades (shoulder blades)

Topping up the vodka as my soul decays (soul decays)

I’ve been pumping poison in my skull for days

I told 'em 'Fuck your golden age'

'Cause right now I circle them all like a brain dead vulture (vulture)

Bottle on each wing, Devil on each shoulder (shoulder)

Right now I circle 'em all like a brain dead vulture (vulture)

Bottle on each wing, Devil on each shoulder (shoulder)

Devil on each shoulder (shoulder)

Yeah, I been through Hell, I’ll extrapolate later

Original warehouse raver

I was in a 3 8 Mansion

Mashed on a handful of tabs tryna navigate Asia

Stirring opium into my drink

Waking up retching and missing the sink

Stop necking spirits and visit a shrink

'Cause your brain never grants you permission to blink

Your future is written in pink

You’re still up at 9 a.m. ringing this link

Face all deadout, the kid is extinct

You’re still chewing limbs off Little Miss Shrimp

Now, wait

Who we talking 'bout?

Bare cracked mirrors in a haunted house

Where all these skets get escorted out

While they pull all the P out of your account

I saw that enormous mouth of yours widen

Whole room fell silent

Out marched one limp fish, and a thousand dead thoughts

All seeking asylum

Cue the whole room tryna fake one morsel of awkward excitement

I dark 'em all out till I feel enlightened

Swinging at the vultures on them shoulder blades (shoulder blades)

Topping up the vodka as my soul decays (soul decays)

I’ve been pumping poison in my skull for days

I told 'em 'Fuck your golden age'

'Cause right now I circle them all like a brain dead vulture (vulture)

Bottle on each wing, Devil on each shoulder (shoulder)

Right now I circle 'em all like a brain dead vulture (vulture)

Bottle on each wing, Devil on each shoulder (shoulder)

Devil on each shoulder (shoulder)