Bulletproof - Jam Baxter

Yeah yeah, yeah yeah, yeah…

You ain’t gotta worry ‘bout me…' bout me

Worry ‘bout me…

Haven’t gotta worry ‘bout me.

about me.

About me

Except when I’m doing some fucked up shit

Yo.

These wasted summer nights are our perennial achievements

I offer Viking burials at sea at your convenience

Peace… Peace… I’ll catch you in Valhalla

Roll on stage neck a jug of gin and shout at ya

Out flank ya… Pincer movements

Features looking like your malnourished children drew them

And you wonder why you’re disillusioned?

Maybe you’re just terrified of dying as a wrinkled human?

I ain’t gunna move an inch I’m lounging

Raid the fridge with telescopic arms, Dhalsim

Catch me in the Adriatic drowning

Scuba dive through my life in rotten terrace housing

I am not tied, glued or cable tied to anything

Fuck the weak adhesive you weasels are peddling

I could fill a canyon with the dead weight I’m severing

Throbbing veins coursing with Adrenalin

I ride an old dune buggy with the slashed breaks

Ridding shotty with a gash clad in black lace

Perform at the apocalypse, back stage

Jesus on a cello and the devil playing slap bass

Yeah… Demon on a tambourine

Arms like tentacles sculpted out of Plasticine

…and I’m still doing dirt

So you must be fucking tripping if you think my grubby hands are clean

Another week another relapse… yeah

But you ain’t gotta worry ‘bout me…

So save me your bullet point feedback.

save it

I clocked how to juggle that G

Yeah… you man be crippling our organs… standard

But you ain’t got to worry ‘bout us

Still bulletproof villains living lawless.

Lawless

We still shut it down cuz…

Look.

Yeah.

I’ve seen what these needle do

That’s why I never touched them.

Never need to

Let alone lend you man a tenner

On a 2 AM stairwell buried in forever

Yeah.

I hope you found peace finally

I hope you’re off the ban.

I understand why you lied to me

But last month I barely moved three meters

Sat at yard belling beak dealers, oh the irony

Anyway… fuck this sentimental shit

Still a stir crazy, reckless Henny necking hedonist

Still the gold medallist…

I keep fifty six weighing down my neck cuz it’s decorative

I slip the ribbons in a heart and hand them all

Straight to these curvy, dirty, stop outs I haven’t called

Yeah… me and her used to fuck a lot

Yeah… But now I’ve got her number blocked

It’s funny how your bredrins turn their back on you

Just cuz there’s some freezing clod shit your try’na battle through

I thought you of all people understood

I’d back you if the Air Max 1 was on the other foot

In the dark nights the fireflies cower

Your ever jealous eyes cry an icy white shower

Sour… but shits bless

I ain’t shed a solitary tear since that bitch left

Another week another relapse…

But you ain’t gotta worry ‘bout me… nah

So save me your bullet point feedback.

save that

I clocked how to juggle that G

Yeah… you man be crippling our organs… organs

But you ain’t got to worry ‘bout us.

About us

Still bulletproof villains living lawless

Yeah we still shut it down cuz…

Yeah yeah… that was you.

Ha