Bojangles Jesus Songtext
von CMPND

Feel out of place, mate, no mistake
Astral planing, I′m saving planets

Spacious landing, paint again
Ain't complained, taking damage
Desecration of self
Several ways to explain each habit
Adorned with elements you ain′t biting
Flavour's radioactive

Like the spider, heights been climbing
And I'll shoot webs on two breaths
Fly in a nicely designed bootleg
Decided you would do a set
The entire room fled
Whoever said I′m doing up nothing useful is true bled
Stepped in the shoobz and your crew S′d out
Yeah, I reckon this, I'm doing it, the roof′s wrecked now


Taking effect and I play to my strengths
Never will settle for anything less
Went straight to my head, not fame or respect
Just twistin' my brain and I ain′t really slept much on the west
Wander the quest for grub but I'm lub-dee-dub, legal bless
Got next depth
You should get some or I′m ignoring what you just said
Blow all heads, still no more stress

Got some goals so I'm going to Greggs
Eloquent entity, every text
Don't beg to flex, you don′t know the next

I paint the town, cruise around for spots the toys hit (Wack)
Didn′t need to take that out 'cause my boys did (Wack)
Keep skimming through your tabloids, eat your poison (Wack)
Daily dose of fake factoids, you enjoy ′em (Wack)
Fuck employment (Yeah)
I want a bucket full of twenty notes
But I don't wanna muck him for ′em, nah

I want it while I'm counting sheep
You got it backwards
Like every river high, every mountain deep (Yeah)
Shit, think he might have found his feet (Where?)
Still in shoes with the laces tied up wrapped around a tree

Could be worse, I could be legless to the knee

But I can hold my liquor so you know I take it neat


I′ve never pulled a whitey all my times on the green
You interpretate that, you decide what it means, yeah
Could be a sentiment you'll never get
Just stay clever with everything 'til you get respect

I′m the same old me, clothes still stained
Still wage war with the thoughts in my brain
Still discovering new sources of torture and pain
Mix new chemicals, land on new planets, explore the terrain
Torn trainers don′t touch the ground when I walk
I'm in aeroplane mode, flight three-seven-oh
I kill my demons and wear ′em as coats
Her legs shaking like a party boss with Parkinson's
Kept it tight like jeggings, I didn′t ask for much

Held onto what was dead 'til the carcass smelled like skunks
Filled the bathtub full of drugs and then marvelled at my stunts, wow

Car crash of cosmic proportions
Cats scared of water, catch waves off my warship
Slashing the price of all vital organs
Auction, going, going, going, going, gone

Sacrificial goat, I′m the chosen one

I've never seen a man quite like Jesus as I have seen Chemistry
From that, um, C and P and D
Hi Focus, look
Honestly, I can't quite connect on that
Frequency like anybody else on the label
′Cause he is like weird, Bojangles Jesus, you know what I mean?
With the message that he puts across
He′s not just a misogynist
He's spiritually guided and enlightened