Testo High - Dead Players, Jam Baxter, Dabbla

High

Listen, yeah yeah
Bust a little something she can skank to, stank proof
Strapping that colossal size dank zoot
Staring at a blank screen trying to keep my hands clean
Catch me in a Japanese wank booth
Yamming and champing your Mexicana
On a penny farthing laughing at happily ever after
Popping some bottles from Bratislava in a balaclava
Smacking the fuck out the makiwara
I’m on that awesome sauce pour it over everything and stash it in my shorts
Yeah, I’ve been smashing it with my thoughts
And the answer to all of it is course of bloody course
Bare swag, packing air bags
Flapping in the wind like a fucking Tibetan prayer flag
Mug, got ‘em standing there like a spare prat
Fuck, swear a lot and I’m getting stared at
Smug, you’re in love with it don’t lie
We’re breathing life back in it, they’re sucking it bone dry
But fuck that!
Cause right now I’m so high
The only thing that’s really missing is the spinning bow tie
(Hook x2)
I’m so high right now
I probably couldn’t even look you in the eye right now
Bitch I beg you, don’t cry right now
I’m just really trying to live my fucking life right now
(Verse 2 — Dabbla & Jam Baxter)
I like my music so loud
That the neighbours start shouting and screaming to turn it down
Banging on the ceiling and floor ‘til they knock it through
Hoping that the local authorities will sort it out
Every one that know me, they know what I’m all about
Middle fingers to the system, we wiling and balling out
Ever since I climbed out the crib and I crawled around
I’ve been raving in the kitchen and yamming up all your chow
I ate the whole bag and now my head feels clearer
Wave sweeps in, dawn draws nearer
I’ve been out researching new ways to get weirder
Ever since my check deck scum and we nearer
I drag the city round behind me by the ponytails
Swung through the slum with a sign that said sofa sale
Street bargains, come get fleeced
A pair of grubby hands with a bag of pennies each
(Hook)
I’m so high right now
I probably couldn’t even look you in the eye right now
Bitch I beg you, don’t cry right now
I’m just really trying to live my fucking life right now
And I’m so waved right now
Probably couldn’t even drag me out the rave right now
Bitch I ain’t trying to behave right now
‘Cause im trying to burn the fucking stage right now
(Verse 3 — Jam Baxter)
Retching at the multi rig, as retched as it comes
Strips of blotted paper all nestled on my tongue
I rushed to the diner on the edge of town
Walked in and ordered up a whole bowl of petulance for one
Later, blagging off a stranger with wafer thin skin fashioned out of crate paper
I catapulted out of the rave with a blonde geisha
And a whole crew of goons crammed up in one trailer
Every neon red night blurs together into one forest fire
That burns in my mind forever
Dead Players mix business and pleasure
Into one hidden pocket of powder and stolen pleasure
Still blessed, roll wreckless, the smog that filled the city was infectious
Door smash, man enters, a rock of honey, glazed face and gold dentures
(Hook)
And I’m so waved right now
Probably couldn’t even drag me out the rave right now
Bitch I ain’t trying to behave right now
‘Cause im trying to burn the fucking stage right now
I’m so high right now
I probably couldn’t even look you in the eye right now
Bitch I beg you, don’t cry right now
I’m just really trying to live my fucking life right now