Lyrics Vulture - Jam Baxter

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 whole 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 'em 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 [hanger lane?] raver
I was in a three eight 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're 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 more syllable [?] 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 'em 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)