Jakprogresso - Fire Crown lyrics
[Jakprogresso - Fire Crown lyrics]
Smell like microwave babies
Yo, ayo, i'm pop lockin' like Terry Crews
And puff puff pass
Roll up a crushed dust bag, cut Dutch aves
Howard bored writer, One Punch Man
Spit 'til the sun come up ash, I
Got stakes for stuck up fans
The blood run hash
Now that the pub run when I say I run up tabs
(Wow) harvest moon copper, full frame
Breathing Wolfsbane, I'm Sicily's bull chains
My presence low-key like Alice shrunken
In the palace sunken
Diamond tongue palate studded (Wow)
I'm Syd Barrett lucky sit up the hill and
Chew sixty-six gallon buckets
All firе (fire) , water free (Free)
Tripper, known formally torturе spree (yeah)
I stalk the beat
Been known to shoplift bugs off the street
'Cause, I can pass as a corner fiend
Behavior max move cycles, I kill quarterly
They had me comin' out
Of court with orderlies
In the white jumpsuit's like quarantine
(Ayo, yo, yo, yo)
Yeah, yo, smoke, drop, snort, time travel
Teleport, pimpin' whore (yeah) , trap lore
It drip like cookin' crack on the fork
Strap out the closet like Mork
Wax envelope for the poor, abort
Xanies behind boards, you're all the goat
I crown the head of the poor
My fans rob stores to go and get more
I'm deplored sold Basic, and Asics
Any college radio station wouldn't
Think to play this
I'm the elevate drive in the white Bronco
As a young chap I was a Dutch
Cap in the corner odd foe
Puffin' white cilantro, water Ocampo
Dad stolen pumpin' the locker
Behind the combo
I was a no-show at the Apollo
Coked up by my apartment door like Roscoe
With the snub nose
Yo, ayo, i'm pop lockin' like Terry Crews
And puff puff pass
Roll up a crushed dust bag, cut Dutch aves
Howard bored writer, One Punch Man
Spit 'til the sun come up ash, I
Got stakes for stuck up fans
The blood run hash
Now that the pub run when I say I run up tabs
(Wow) harvest moon copper, full frame
Breathing Wolfsbane, I'm Sicily's bull chains
My presence low-key like Alice shrunken
In the palace sunken
Diamond tongue palate studded (Wow)
I'm Syd Barrett lucky sit up the hill and
Chew sixty-six gallon buckets
All firе (fire) , water free (Free)
Tripper, known formally torturе spree (yeah)
I stalk the beat
Been known to shoplift bugs off the street
'Cause, I can pass as a corner fiend
Behavior max move cycles, I kill quarterly
They had me comin' out
Of court with orderlies
In the white jumpsuit's like quarantine
(Ayo, yo, yo, yo)
Yeah, yo, smoke, drop, snort, time travel
Teleport, pimpin' whore (yeah) , trap lore
It drip like cookin' crack on the fork
Strap out the closet like Mork
Wax envelope for the poor, abort
Xanies behind boards, you're all the goat
I crown the head of the poor
My fans rob stores to go and get more
I'm deplored sold Basic, and Asics
Any college radio station wouldn't
Think to play this
I'm the elevate drive in the white Bronco
As a young chap I was a Dutch
Cap in the corner odd foe
Puffin' white cilantro, water Ocampo
Dad stolen pumpin' the locker
Behind the combo
I was a no-show at the Apollo
Coked up by my apartment door like Roscoe
With the snub nose