Amound of Shit
Jakprogresso
[Intro]
Lower the TV (with the crickets on and shit), can you lower the TV just a little bit? We're not open to traffic, yeah, yo
[Verse: JakProgresso]
Iris reflecting the coke in the mirror, my eyes rails
Dropout tire sales, sight trails (Wow)
Acquired taste, my whole flow a cargo of fried snails (Yes!)
Under a pink cloud of ecstasy, watchin' it rain stars
My brain charred, I got the bullet that didn't graze Honey Cocaine arm
Trying to do this track,Well I'm about to
It all comes down to whether or not I can feel my mouth move
If you hate my shit, I don't doubt you
I be trippin' like untied clown shoеs
On the 'mound of compost I amount to
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