Jakprogresso - Profound Mania lyrics
[Jakprogresso - Profound Mania lyrics]
- In his role of shaman
He is doctor, psychiatrist, magician
And leader
- Treasurer of knowledge of the past
He feels irresponsibility!
Yo, inner circles got vampires
Tryin' to suck face
I'm a maid butler who dusts crates
Anointed Lo-fi crow minted duct tape
Applause please, I'm a Palsy
I'm out in KC all geeked
Change appearance, shave myself a baldy
Coked up, grabbin' cold cuts and oldies
Salty fountain swipe yule
Like the Maltese Samuel
My bootleg alien phasers scan youth bugs
A cockroach, on a Zap 'Em van roof
Sun sliced through a half Moon
I swear I'm stabbin' up your pops
Just for stabbin' up your moms to have you
Hahaha we ain't Delirion
Crate diggin' volt tundra smoke
And slag from Hyperion i'm clearly gone
Ultra puncher X-Space Camp Criterion
My birth meant the Devil wasn't feelin', man
If God got the healin' hands
Tell him to come down
(come down) , and cut me off the ceiling fan
Yeah, yo, homeless young I felt like Bastien
In the morgue attic, now I'm
Sleepin' on the third floor
Arm still over the coffin while I'm dabbin'
Shout outs to that old bookstore
In the town up north i'm still in debt
(peace) , from 16 to 26 hexxed
Then let me wait out the
Rain right at Sigmund breath, when 6 hit's
And the drippin' cigar means death
I spend ocular nights, in
The bleach bathroom, seen drenched
I lost my shit that one night the sink bled
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Disorders aren't cool
Off downers, I'm offin' up
I feel I was cursed
From my anger on mont birther
I lost the blood hmmm, that's sweet
He is doctor, psychiatrist, magician
And leader
- Treasurer of knowledge of the past
He feels irresponsibility!
Yo, inner circles got vampires
Tryin' to suck face
I'm a maid butler who dusts crates
Anointed Lo-fi crow minted duct tape
Applause please, I'm a Palsy
I'm out in KC all geeked
Change appearance, shave myself a baldy
Coked up, grabbin' cold cuts and oldies
Salty fountain swipe yule
Like the Maltese Samuel
My bootleg alien phasers scan youth bugs
A cockroach, on a Zap 'Em van roof
Sun sliced through a half Moon
I swear I'm stabbin' up your pops
Just for stabbin' up your moms to have you
Hahaha we ain't Delirion
Crate diggin' volt tundra smoke
And slag from Hyperion i'm clearly gone
Ultra puncher X-Space Camp Criterion
My birth meant the Devil wasn't feelin', man
If God got the healin' hands
Tell him to come down
(come down) , and cut me off the ceiling fan
Yeah, yo, homeless young I felt like Bastien
In the morgue attic, now I'm
Sleepin' on the third floor
Arm still over the coffin while I'm dabbin'
Shout outs to that old bookstore
In the town up north i'm still in debt
(peace) , from 16 to 26 hexxed
Then let me wait out the
Rain right at Sigmund breath, when 6 hit's
And the drippin' cigar means death
I spend ocular nights, in
The bleach bathroom, seen drenched
I lost my shit that one night the sink bled
Page turned time to flip text
Disorders aren't cool
Off downers, I'm offin' up
I feel I was cursed
From my anger on mont birther
I lost the blood hmmm, that's sweet