Jam Baxter
Vulture
[Verse 1]
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 all night
Your life's a freshly killed carcass you can't get a piece off

[Chorus]
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 them 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)

[Verse 2]
Yeah, I been through Hell, I'll extrapolate later
Original warehouse [hanger lane?] raver
I was in a 3 8 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 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 morsel of awkward excitement
I dark 'em all out till I feel enlightened
[Chorus]
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 them 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)