Jakprogresso - Checks lyrics
[Jakprogresso - Checks lyrics]
Yo yo you ever had that perfect
Talent, that got so fucked up
And formed the stash spot?
- I definitely did
I wish I could afford, man, yo I would
Fuck, yo, ayo, yo
Toothbrush and Bleach tired eye
My black sheets pink from scrubbing sneaks
Scrape the scrat scuffle
Stash coke 20s in them VaporMax bubbles
Air's maxed out, and beat to death
I need them checks
I'm not even really a sneakerhead (Nah)
Dab in the land o' lakes
Rock them Applewhite Cortezes in Santa Fe
Some pairs got, pockets for plush racks
Dark green Retros match the
Mint black Dust Packs
Bate's whole collection, Dabby on board
Fresh kicks
(fuck) sneakin' like new wax on a ball court
Drop acid and run up in the Waldorf
Black and brown Air Forces
Lookin' like sawed-offs (Haha)
Nah, I'm not into kicks
But DMT tan checks over paisley cinnamon
(Wow)
First pair got, hit by virginity's first come
When I was 5 years old, I had Smurf ones
Man I swear that Jones beat church some
Walkin' around heated after the first scuff
(Fuck, fuck)
'90s weekend, night before Halloween
Runnin' from cops
Black Air Maxes and shavin' cream
Make grades in VHS tapes
Dust a clutchin' chestplate
Puked on the red grapes ewwww
Yo, yo, yo
Would've thunk those could hold butt in tacts
Slit the tongue stuff in tabs
Kicks become a trap (Word)
Red bottom no blood clots, open box
My closet gonna look like, Jim Jones' garage
I want shatterin' tongues, by the metric
Air Zoom Super Repent loser like a bad hit
No sock sweatin'
They took my laces during hospital check-in
Yo these boots were made for jettin'
- A lotta people will tell you that
Cocaine not only will get you high, but will
Take your performance to the next level but
In this case the higher you go
The closer you get to the bottom
- Stop judgin', man!
- (Whispering) every day is war
Talent, that got so fucked up
And formed the stash spot?
- I definitely did
I wish I could afford, man, yo I would
Fuck, yo, ayo, yo
Toothbrush and Bleach tired eye
My black sheets pink from scrubbing sneaks
Scrape the scrat scuffle
Stash coke 20s in them VaporMax bubbles
Air's maxed out, and beat to death
I need them checks
I'm not even really a sneakerhead (Nah)
Dab in the land o' lakes
Rock them Applewhite Cortezes in Santa Fe
Some pairs got, pockets for plush racks
Dark green Retros match the
Mint black Dust Packs
Bate's whole collection, Dabby on board
Fresh kicks
(fuck) sneakin' like new wax on a ball court
Drop acid and run up in the Waldorf
Black and brown Air Forces
Lookin' like sawed-offs (Haha)
Nah, I'm not into kicks
But DMT tan checks over paisley cinnamon
(Wow)
First pair got, hit by virginity's first come
When I was 5 years old, I had Smurf ones
Man I swear that Jones beat church some
Walkin' around heated after the first scuff
(Fuck, fuck)
'90s weekend, night before Halloween
Runnin' from cops
Black Air Maxes and shavin' cream
Make grades in VHS tapes
Dust a clutchin' chestplate
Puked on the red grapes ewwww
Yo, yo, yo
Would've thunk those could hold butt in tacts
Slit the tongue stuff in tabs
Kicks become a trap (Word)
Red bottom no blood clots, open box
My closet gonna look like, Jim Jones' garage
I want shatterin' tongues, by the metric
Air Zoom Super Repent loser like a bad hit
No sock sweatin'
They took my laces during hospital check-in
Yo these boots were made for jettin'
- A lotta people will tell you that
Cocaine not only will get you high, but will
Take your performance to the next level but
In this case the higher you go
The closer you get to the bottom
- Stop judgin', man!
- (Whispering) every day is war