Jakprogresso - Taking Barbiturates in a Casket lyrics
[Jakprogresso - Taking Barbiturates in a Casket lyrics]
Don't close your eyes
Fleet your heart and watch the night die
Lids fall black over white to the eyes
Du rails off of my block
Tranquilized and skin popped
The Honor Movement stopped
Sound poetry with the cold catch
Fuck a Neo-Dada
Doctor Gonzo shittin' on dot com plugs
In a bitch in Greece sandals in Pekka Ravka?
Air Miami June
The sand damp a sweat layer kick
Tray of flakes, glaucoma over laser flakes
Mic check like Republicos
Burn the Earth grad radiation belt
Pull the Sun in close
Back-rubblin' gizmo wet
This room got me feelin' emo tech
In a booth a chemo test and Aspen
Lodge gave me the ski poles tent it's done
Covered in piss x4
Yo, dump sails lookin' sick trailin'
Hold the gel up to the Sun hit hailin'
Glostamin fish scale in
Snow form on a glass deck, the shit wail in
My grow closet on some Children of Men steez
It can't bring out raise all the smoke
I'm command-sy loudpack lookin' tar (Eww)
Face on raddish on beats
BMX flip tracks, on some rag shit
Legs and rubber belts brain like butter melt
Cop free hats in the cot
Despite what Mother felt
I'm weak, peace Kurt, I'm a creep
It helms deep
Doin' acid and bong hit's like Sleep
Fleet your heart and watch the night die
Lids fall black over white to the eyes
Du rails off of my block
Tranquilized and skin popped
The Honor Movement stopped
Sound poetry with the cold catch
Fuck a Neo-Dada
Doctor Gonzo shittin' on dot com plugs
In a bitch in Greece sandals in Pekka Ravka?
Air Miami June
The sand damp a sweat layer kick
Tray of flakes, glaucoma over laser flakes
Mic check like Republicos
Burn the Earth grad radiation belt
Pull the Sun in close
Back-rubblin' gizmo wet
This room got me feelin' emo tech
In a booth a chemo test and Aspen
Lodge gave me the ski poles tent it's done
Covered in piss x4
Yo, dump sails lookin' sick trailin'
Hold the gel up to the Sun hit hailin'
Glostamin fish scale in
Snow form on a glass deck, the shit wail in
My grow closet on some Children of Men steez
It can't bring out raise all the smoke
I'm command-sy loudpack lookin' tar (Eww)
Face on raddish on beats
BMX flip tracks, on some rag shit
Legs and rubber belts brain like butter melt
Cop free hats in the cot
Despite what Mother felt
I'm weak, peace Kurt, I'm a creep
It helms deep
Doin' acid and bong hit's like Sleep