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heaven's gate blankets - jakprogresso lyrics

intro:

just drank six gallons, of ashy bong water, blak church, yo, the commune, yo

verse:

i’m in the zone like, christopher dead walken
this blunt so loud it got the people in my head talkin’
slither by the narcs with narcan in a grab bag
i’m high dosin’ up meth vans
this summer, the fiends gonna be hot overdosin’ in front of mad fans
my next album gonna be stashed around new york city like guns crammed into trash cans
i’ll be looking like robbie hart leanin’ on a trans am
i’m totally ground dig no rainbow gold, no flee cables
i’m definitely not, but the beat’s stapled
i’m rollin’ in a green gables, i lit basil
apr*n on in the kitchen layin’ out thе fiends table
spit sickenin’ i’m pimpin’, albums and whoop bеats like they trickin’
walk to the store trippin’ (woahhh), but the liquid got, people’s faces lookin’ mad distorted (mad distorted) like stan winston (like stan winston)
should’ve been signed by now i guess i scared ’em off
thought of this while the acid was wearin’ off in a cell
from a bed’s warrant, starin’ off
the lion wrapped the dead witch in gucci, you ain’t teared from cloth
the weed purple, as heaven’s gate blankets
eyes sunk in, bummy, like rufus spit
stinkin’ like i drunk p*ss (ewww), it’s on sight
airin’ i keep blades in a trenchcoat like a night salesman
if you christ like in white scalin’
i’ll stick you to a wall, with the knife nailed in (what?)
i’m in the caverns, starin’ at laser like pinnacle patterns, broken dagger
beware the black star lord brotherhood, of saturn…
heaven’s gate interlude:

* lemme say that our mission here, at this time is about to come to a close, in the next few days, we came from distant sp*ce, and even what some might call somewhat of another dimension, and we’re about to return, from, once we came…

verse ii:

yeah i pulled this out dirt
trippin’ so hard i can’t feel my mouth work
paranoid can’t go to the house first sleepin’ in the lab like i’m tryina couch surf
sleepless with the bags i’m puttin’ out work
been reppin’ new york, but i’m from the outskirts
no wave gen i microwave heads spinnin’ what’s poppin’
sleep on me and it’s bodies in a box spring, baptisms, in hot springs
i have a feeling god’s watching so i use halos as c*ck rings
shades cover the rays, when i’m out
i stash corpse in the couch, and push the cushion back down
off dead rappers on long, drug routeshen go put albums out
i creep out the crowd, and push back scalps like ?eerepoy? scouts

- jakprogresso lyrics

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