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Window Pane
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Hip-Hop/Rap
Window Pane was released on May 5, 2018 by Cane Corso Records/Fatal Dose Records as a part of the album Jakprogresso X Aloeight
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Release DateMay 5, 2018
LabelCane Corso Records/Fatal Dose Records
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM75

Credits

COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jack Adesso
Jack Adesso
Songwriter

Lyrics

They came to a swimming pool
Angels in a Chlorine
Yo, yo, don't betray the cloth, 'til I'm takin' mosh piles
Splice cheap rappers could force a reanimated corpse style
I'll be in Paris hotel hangin' like Amshel Rothschild
Off child, I hold my ground like I got an arm full of floor tiles
The new Ricky Six, double hex Wiccan, at six sixes
Rapists in a cancer ward, fuck who's the sickest
Spit and sip it (yeah), fuck rap, I did it (Yeah, I did it)
That's why the murder scene's explained in what I written
Scene close to home and vivid
I'm another idiot that thinks he got a visit by aliens
I heard during my birth that first Presbyterian
It looked like the doctors were pullin' out an eel through a Caesarean (Ahhh)
Higher than UFO's docked in a Hollow Earth built by Aryans
Indigo aquarian
4th degree active Luciferian, I'm gettin' worse
Family visits, they don't want me there
Ringin' in my ears got me scared (Wow, hahahahaha...)
My brain brown chalky lines, it's an old spool of yarn
To you, I'm dark (word) but I'm still clocked like Hulk Hogan's fanny pack at amusement parks
Cartoon bizarre, plant stocks rippin' out a huge cigar
I'm too lit, I can't even move an arm
I'm a bio-digested food thought
I'm just a doofus in a propeller hat with suspenders (hahahahahaha), goof-off
A screwball with a crude ratchety Scrooge cough
- I got nothing in common with them and with you!
Wait
- Don't you talk to me!
(Wait up, man), wait, wait, (shit), bring that back
- Do you hear what I'm saying?
Yo, renamed but smokin' the same like the new Snoop Dogg
Studio smoked out like a pool hall
I'mma spit 'til I'm old, Robert Duvall
You could come find me
I be trippin' at my show upstate in Newports
Rappers mad (fuck that), sniffin' 'em bath moon salts
Mouth fulla Percs lookin' like I chew chalk
In the whip with my bitch, breakin' up a Q-Ball
You all countin' sheep, make sure to snooze off
- And this glass fills?, is only in them I suppose
- You speak directly to me, we are in a complete harmony, we are inseparable, there's no conflict and purpose here as there is among mankind, do not engage in combat, or violence of any kind, why should we? When we can scatter quietly like seeds, in the wind
Written by: Jack Adesso
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