Jakprogresso - Bleached Frog Skin lyrics
[Jakprogresso - Bleached Frog Skin lyrics]
Ahhh, sent to Summer Camp, the cyanide
Been hittin' that molasses, you know
Don't don't look
At me, man, please, yeah, you know, it's-it's
Not about me, man, yo, ayooo, yo
I'mma Ace Ventura on some bitch (What?)
Use my hands to make her ass talk some shit
(Yes)
You think I'm corny it's just the awkwardness
Your neck will look like like a slot
Machine the way the hook's stuck in
I don't talk tough shit (Nah)
My pen hittin' the pad is like when
The street and the chalk touchin'
From tryna cloud chase Cthulhu
I'm where the llama sit
Nuns should get the name
And mine's synonymous
I skin rappеrs through the vane
And makin' product kit's
Dead bloatеd body in the Sun
I pop a lotta shit
Bar sunnin' walruses, recorded this fallin'
On my swordlet spit, for the sport
Plasma port from wrist
Over Japanese porcelain
Snortin' minty like Mork on
A Fading Star orbitin'
The birth terra naked, first contact
Dirt insemination, confirmed levitation
I pull out organs like, church renovations
Umm, who brom? the nerd
Pledge as a member, come and learn
Rap's not dead, 90% of you sunk it's worth
When the sky blackens and my stomach hurt
My tongue the dirt
I pluck volcano shell with chunks o' Earth
Writtens lead uses ash piles
Dumped from herbs
Planets expunged and turned
Tundrees no sun will burn (No)
Whole tribe let off, to fumble firm
Psychoactive funnel surf (Wow)
My summer kit line-up dope bricks
Scorpio logo bundles served (yeah)
I smell cologne, who's pussy? (What?)
My brain playin' Hooky, I wanna see work
What's goodie?
(What's good?) , this coke drip
The good leak (Woah) book sheets shoody
If you could see my real persona
It's hominid skin of kush leaves
Blood oozin' out where sweat should be
Been hittin' that molasses, you know
Don't don't look
At me, man, please, yeah, you know, it's-it's
Not about me, man, yo, ayooo, yo
I'mma Ace Ventura on some bitch (What?)
Use my hands to make her ass talk some shit
(Yes)
You think I'm corny it's just the awkwardness
Your neck will look like like a slot
Machine the way the hook's stuck in
I don't talk tough shit (Nah)
My pen hittin' the pad is like when
The street and the chalk touchin'
From tryna cloud chase Cthulhu
I'm where the llama sit
Nuns should get the name
And mine's synonymous
I skin rappеrs through the vane
And makin' product kit's
Dead bloatеd body in the Sun
I pop a lotta shit
Bar sunnin' walruses, recorded this fallin'
On my swordlet spit, for the sport
Plasma port from wrist
Over Japanese porcelain
Snortin' minty like Mork on
A Fading Star orbitin'
The birth terra naked, first contact
Dirt insemination, confirmed levitation
I pull out organs like, church renovations
Umm, who brom? the nerd
Pledge as a member, come and learn
Rap's not dead, 90% of you sunk it's worth
When the sky blackens and my stomach hurt
My tongue the dirt
I pluck volcano shell with chunks o' Earth
Writtens lead uses ash piles
Dumped from herbs
Planets expunged and turned
Tundrees no sun will burn (No)
Whole tribe let off, to fumble firm
Psychoactive funnel surf (Wow)
My summer kit line-up dope bricks
Scorpio logo bundles served (yeah)
I smell cologne, who's pussy? (What?)
My brain playin' Hooky, I wanna see work
What's goodie?
(What's good?) , this coke drip
The good leak (Woah) book sheets shoody
If you could see my real persona
It's hominid skin of kush leaves
Blood oozin' out where sweat should be