Jakprogresso - HIGH END lyrics
[Jakprogresso - HIGH END lyrics]
Yo, yo, no shortcuts, had to walk the horse
Narcissist, starin' into a money water source
They don't say my name like Voldemort
Self waterboard
Black on red satin in the whip to altar cloth
The punch that sank Potemkin
I spaz like a wet Gremlin
Talkin' to serpents like Nikko Jenkins
It's in, as Earth sunk in
Satanic she-strength and absorbing orgones
Fold in two Langdon
I dark in a globe then I sun it
Three headed lumix pop shit
Like distended stomachs
No flagon, Anarchy sigil Black Flag drawn
Art visual, asphyxiate hands on
In the booth dusted out, Raybans on
I be makin' nunchucks, outta tampons (What?)
Fuck a chorus ad
Vagabond legend pourin' rags
Sicilian prince burnin' a Morris flag
My shooters hide, mid-forty suit's in ties
Lawsuit's and ties, you in a coupe and tide
Then moved inside, to the house basin
I'm takin' payments, my work heinous
Bars go each Pyrex, and a apron
I'm at the banquet
Drape in a stainless and pillowcases
I dust kids, like the Mason
Blow from Anchorage
We makin' songs in house arrest anklets
Black magic white spread
This chef cookin' drugs high end
On stage I be drowned in
Goat horns holdin' a trident
I be settin' myself on fire for a hype set
Mayan bed
Can't be killin' shows on no psych meds
Second all slidin', fuck rhymin'
I'mma turn towns to zombies
Like a Fentanyl crisis
-? design coffins, we are goin' do dime
For coffins,?, we make the coffins, no
And why that yes
One, we loss high loon, outside the coffin
We lose?, it's good to? or a museum, uhuh
All night coffin about 3 million,? when people come to buy
Narcissist, starin' into a money water source
They don't say my name like Voldemort
Self waterboard
Black on red satin in the whip to altar cloth
The punch that sank Potemkin
I spaz like a wet Gremlin
Talkin' to serpents like Nikko Jenkins
It's in, as Earth sunk in
Satanic she-strength and absorbing orgones
Fold in two Langdon
I dark in a globe then I sun it
Three headed lumix pop shit
Like distended stomachs
No flagon, Anarchy sigil Black Flag drawn
Art visual, asphyxiate hands on
In the booth dusted out, Raybans on
I be makin' nunchucks, outta tampons (What?)
Fuck a chorus ad
Vagabond legend pourin' rags
Sicilian prince burnin' a Morris flag
My shooters hide, mid-forty suit's in ties
Lawsuit's and ties, you in a coupe and tide
Then moved inside, to the house basin
I'm takin' payments, my work heinous
Bars go each Pyrex, and a apron
I'm at the banquet
Drape in a stainless and pillowcases
I dust kids, like the Mason
Blow from Anchorage
We makin' songs in house arrest anklets
Black magic white spread
This chef cookin' drugs high end
On stage I be drowned in
Goat horns holdin' a trident
I be settin' myself on fire for a hype set
Mayan bed
Can't be killin' shows on no psych meds
Second all slidin', fuck rhymin'
I'mma turn towns to zombies
Like a Fentanyl crisis
-? design coffins, we are goin' do dime
For coffins,?, we make the coffins, no
And why that yes
One, we loss high loon, outside the coffin
We lose?, it's good to? or a museum, uhuh
All night coffin about 3 million,? when people come to buy