Jakprogresso - Powdered Bicycle lyrics

- I don't play either, that's
Right I don't play
And I ain't got time to play no
Game wit' your damn kids either!

Uh, buckin' some fuckin' lard, yeah, yo

Pull up in a surf van, fallin' out clam
Nervous around fans on the slunt
I punch stage in a trance
Like Jim Morrison holdin' a lamp
Eye aura my hand
Seven mile snake coil around men
My mom handed me down mania, in the brand
Self grandiose delusion, I got a plan
You all lookin' down at rocks, kickin' a can
(Haha) kush on the spice rack
Dust lace the rubar with spike raps
Ignite wax
Bite the arm belt for self, DYI tracks
Autoerotica asphyxiate, climax
True fans investigate the timelapse
Finding within the every other
Bar a crime fact so fuck PIG's, DIE
Off top at the grocery and
A button down like BIG
Spike punches and bleach high sea
The last run heavy like, G-Ali
Covered in orca blood screamin'
Save the whales!
Chakra parachute like raging cells
Psychoactive consultant go to the battle
On a racing snail
All my old writtens gripping
Like sacred grails

- He was a-a conduit for so much so
Was going on, so much so was dark
So much so was almost unnerving and
A little bit difficult to
Comprehend, but if you get deep into the
Root so what you're actually hearing and
Listening to is a man opening up
His psychosis, opening up his psychology
Opening up his disturbed yet
Quiet brilliant mind