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jon phonics - dark days كلمات الأغنية

yeah, yeah… dark days
yeah what’s popping man?

[fliptrix]
what’s popping, i’m on a nine month
bong marathon, life stopped. what’s gone wrong?
my mind blows, just like a bomb sh-ll
governed by the pigtails, never tell the pigs tales

i flip like heads or tails, welcome to my betting shop
please come inside it, your trust is priceless
it’s just a shame that my coins double sided
f-ck your life mate you’re better off taking blind dates

out for a ice skate, water and a rice cake
i’ll stay at home, tortured by my thoughts
that are dormant in my mind state, i walk like a primate
praying for a crime wave cuz i know that crime pays

i ride it like a tidal wave, trip and hit the stones b-tch
rise to the top and spike your drink with a blowfish
there’s no air, my lungs are filled with silicosis
the clint eastwood of k!ller flows kid

i’m so smooth, but f-cked when i munch two
pundits of the mushrooms, stuck out in the clouds
like the duttiest of bucktooths, it’s nothing for me to run through
bust so many bangers that one’s bound to f-cking snuff you

london to timbuktu i’m still sicker than you
still sitting, still chilling like a fridge full of brews
still i boy this booth, still i turning up to weddings
repping in a boiler suit, catch a point of view

grab mine and stab it through, fry your mind like battered food
scr-ps and a bad att-tude you can have the mood
you can fabricate the truth till your f-cking black and blue
my stone cold stare will turn your motion to a standstill

i’m hype like i can’t stand still, still i can’t understand
the way my music makes me feel…
it’s something that i had to do, not something that was optional
i’m lost it’s so phenomenal, i feel i’m all alone

but then i’m standing next to lots of you
standing next to lots of you…

[jam baxter]

i’m living in a system that works to the dumber man’s benefit
where one man’s p-ss is another man’s beverage
one hand gives, as the other hands metal fist
snaps your spaghetti neck back for the h-ll of it

i could never get a grip, you could never tighten yours
tell me when you let it slip, i’ll be there to fight your wars
live from the lion’s jaws, liquor drenched dreaming
riding an iron horse, dripping wet bleeding

i still ascend scheming, every minute
spent breathing’s a blessing on this picturesque evening
as brittan gets freezing, cigarette steaming
smog cloud kiss of death pirouettes deep in

the hidden depths sneaking, i still attend meetings
with ghouls from my past see the silhouettes creeping
as vinaigrette seeps from my sadder days
i straight marinade tracks in a bag full of gamma rays
baxter! my cabarets matinée performance
is staged on the back of a salivating walrus
navigating forwards… what? yeah
so grab the last of your bars and barricade your fortress

grab a plate a gorge on the bedlam
straight lovingly prepared by a horde of my henchmen
the sorcerer’s bedroom, the source of perfection
projected and warped in the waters reflection

so pause for a question, what am i? answer:
qualified barrer, dropping rhymes darker
refusing to bow to my modernised master
like zeus on a cloud in my fossilized armour

zooming around, let loose in the future
heads don’t belong here like troops in fallujah
the truth in the rumour, dodge death and blue sirens
what then? drop gems, i puke diamonds

- jon phonics

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