Jakprogresso - Music for Patio Chairs lyrics
[Jakprogresso - Music for Patio Chairs lyrics]
- In every corner of a house were jars
- Everybody get outta here he's vengeful!
Quickly, cover yourself with that butter
And carry lemons just in case
You have to squirt him with it and so forth
To repel him! Everybody get
Outta here, quickly
There’s gonna be a tragedy! Oh!
Yeah, uh, flow to this, in
The bottom of the cauldron, yo
Dabbin' face God mask
So high it's come with a stepladder
In a seven foot bomb blast, Judo chop heads
Unconscient, homicidе in a vlog cam
And then I’mma slide like a mom van
Seen spillеd coke in a 44, the poncho
The hash look like we stuffed
Gumby in a bluntville
Psychomania, fun filled
In the desert shootin' autos soundin'
Like a military drum drill
Serial kill blocks
And stay at the crime scene and Mill Rock
One tater capsule out the
Pussy that's a pillbox
- Jack climbed down from under the bed
- Jack, Jack, Jack, d'you hear me?!
- Where have you been up in the clouds again?
- No mother
I was just countin' leaves in our tree!
Fuck scanned sells I want my
Face on a blotter then
Send the fans hand mail 250 gram land whale
The dose fatal no serene they
Shoot up from Earth groups
No dustpan in the dirt booth
It shows hard labour (Facts)
Like dry concrete on a work boot
I came a long way since destruction
Of self and shelve the curfews
Face fulla wax tar man like Allan Trautman
Unannounced run up in empty houses
Then shoot the couches (Blaow)
Razor tight in my fist punchin' heat
Slash the face play tongue-in cheek
Ingest this 'til your stomachs bleed
Razor tight in my fist punchin’ heat
Slash the face play tongue-in cheek
Ingest this ’til your stomachs bleed, I guess
- Everybody get outta here he's vengeful!
Quickly, cover yourself with that butter
And carry lemons just in case
You have to squirt him with it and so forth
To repel him! Everybody get
Outta here, quickly
There’s gonna be a tragedy! Oh!
Yeah, uh, flow to this, in
The bottom of the cauldron, yo
Dabbin' face God mask
So high it's come with a stepladder
In a seven foot bomb blast, Judo chop heads
Unconscient, homicidе in a vlog cam
And then I’mma slide like a mom van
Seen spillеd coke in a 44, the poncho
The hash look like we stuffed
Gumby in a bluntville
Psychomania, fun filled
In the desert shootin' autos soundin'
Like a military drum drill
Serial kill blocks
And stay at the crime scene and Mill Rock
One tater capsule out the
Pussy that's a pillbox
- Jack climbed down from under the bed
- Jack, Jack, Jack, d'you hear me?!
- Where have you been up in the clouds again?
- No mother
I was just countin' leaves in our tree!
Fuck scanned sells I want my
Face on a blotter then
Send the fans hand mail 250 gram land whale
The dose fatal no serene they
Shoot up from Earth groups
No dustpan in the dirt booth
It shows hard labour (Facts)
Like dry concrete on a work boot
I came a long way since destruction
Of self and shelve the curfews
Face fulla wax tar man like Allan Trautman
Unannounced run up in empty houses
Then shoot the couches (Blaow)
Razor tight in my fist punchin' heat
Slash the face play tongue-in cheek
Ingest this 'til your stomachs bleed
Razor tight in my fist punchin’ heat
Slash the face play tongue-in cheek
Ingest this ’til your stomachs bleed, I guess