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Bugs
2
Hip-Hop/Rap
Bugs wurde am 26. August 2020 von 1469213 Records DK als Teil des Albums Embalminable Dr. Vibes veröffentlicht
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Veröffentlichungsdatum26. August 2020
Label1469213 Records DK
SpracheEnglish
Melodizität
Akustizität
Valence
Tanzbarkeit
Energie
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Musikvideo

Musikvideo

Credits

COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jakprogresso
Jakprogresso
Songwriter

Songtexte

The more telepathic ability is exercised, the more valuable it becomes
You can sleep all day but you'll miss the show
To those who still trip in shows, peace to the sick and old
Shout outs to the ones, that drip the dose, shit's exposed
Cut out your bugs and de-chip the phones
Watch the bad trip I shove down come out my face
Comb the sky with a razor, part Heaven's cloud-like drapes (Yeah)
I'm not from Sound Beach, I'm from Westchester County, nobody found me
Heavy D's mom was the birth nun's around me (Rest in Peace)
I'm so vain I probably think this song is about me
In high school, I sold a little acid and looked like Balky (Oh shit)
Disheveled writer on a laketown cabin (Yo)
Those aren't spitters, they're my clown cannons (Hahaha)
Walkin' back from a treeman, the pound shaggin', crown satin
Work ethic a renowned passion
Bullet hole in your heart to sink a Rollie in
Olive branch slappin' felony in, stony grin
I'm smacked, to whack scoops down my head like, Nickelodeon
Stuff 250 grams to a lock, low-key shit
You can sleep all day but you'll miss the show
To those who still trip in shows, peace to the sick and old
Shout outs to the ones, that drip the dose, shit's exposed
Cut out your bugs and de-chip the phones
Yo, schemin' on clippin' these sick cops
Killin' these children like Chris Watts
The tree branch, in the air trippin', it's a witch mop (Hahahaha!)
FDR got the map corners, grid locked
The kitchen lit, and the fridge stocked (Shit)
My fanbase more like terra cells
My lid squintin' like a lamp on me, I never tell
Fuck battles, I shoulda had a lead name get started after me
Not a fortune teller but I overshine cards actively (Psh)
Fightin' the afterlife's arm slashed to me (What)
Every beat stored in a arms factory
Written by: Jak Progresso
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