Verse 1 (Jam Baxter)

Yeah, barrel-roll out the car

Unscathed without a scratch, how bizzare

Yeah, bit a chunk out the brickwork

Spat it out and shot down a star

I stood there slack jaw mouth ajar

I ain't buying rounds, I'm downing my third Balthazar

Barmaids in white lace crawl out the woodwork

Wide-eyed sliding shot glasses down the bar

Devil tryna twist my arm clean off my scaly flesh

Flips and secures the figure four, Royce Gracie-esque

Pat a rapper softly on the head and whisper baby steps (baby steps)

Baby steps, we were dying daily deaths

Thеy were in their ?planеt rooms?, dripping thick gravy sweat

Bear all, peel my skin back and watch the lady wretch (uh)

Last sight and in Saigon, strangely dressed

Streets of sticky opium smoulder on the JPS

Meet me once, rate me less, tends to be the way it runs

Stagger through a dusty church hall around the praying nuns

Yeah, I keep my mouth shut, playing dumb

Liars in the backstreets, snotty hands trading tongues

Yeah, the streets are tugging at your head of hair

Drag you down the corridor and peel you off your leather chair (aow!)

Grab your neck, whisk you out your city

And replace you with a speck of dust

Convince you you were never there (never)

Yeah

Chorus (Jam Baxter)

Splash of vodka in the woodworm (splash splash)

Gulp of Rioja in the gullet (uh)

Yeah, tie their jelly legs together (wasn't me)

Turn around and act like I'm above it (above that shit)

I been on the edge, I been on the edge (yeah)

Sprawled out across the summit

Flick 'em off the map, catch 'em in the sky

I just lost a week, I was gettin' high, cameras never lie

Verse 2 (Slim Papi)

Poppin' bottles is a ritual

Slim Papi vegetal, more mineral

My physical is just a vehicle, spiritual

I complete the game with the setting on difficult

My ethos is 'work just enough to live well'

Sex sells, set sail, hope they set bail

Sip a sour Pisco, smoke a Montecristo

Backslap you in the face and dash you out the window

In the function, looking immaculate

Slim Papi shit, Venice Beach Marriott

Small place by the lake, make no mistake

Fat Joe and Big Pun, that's like me and J

You a doo-doo head, off the meds, Sudafed

I'm tryna make amends with the system that I rage against

Me and Baxter back to back, acrobat

Abstract, doing doughnuts in a Cadillac

I'm so wavy like I hope you packed a anorak

This shit like the water rapids at Aqua Splash

I ride the funk elegant, sip the Chenin Blanc

Elequent, I'm Busta Rhymes on a elephant

Slim Papi supernatural (natural, natural)

Drippy the like juice from of a grilled animal

Slack jaw spread out across the summit

And peel off in the Peugeot with a Patrick Swayze mullet

Chorus (Jam Baxter)

Splash of vodka in the woodworm (splash splash)

Gulp of Rioja in the gullet (uh)

Yeah, tie their jelly legs together (wasn't me)

Turn around and act like I'm above it (above that shit)

I been on the edge, I been on the edge (yeah)

Sprawled out across the summit

Flick 'em off the map, catch 'em in the sky

I just lost a week, I was gettin' high, cameras never lie