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jak tripper - peruvian torch كلمات الأغنية

“so you want me to explain myself? is, is what. well..”
“well yeah, i wish we had the time now. ahhh, i’ll tell what we’ll, ahh we’ll get some crushed ice for him, and then we’ll do a commercial and when we come back you just tell us what you were up to, and then we’ll visit about other things. alright?”
“okay.”
“okayy.”

burner to your bean-cake (what up)
laser beam range
or banana split your wig three ways
walker crematorium
bodies i catch i cremate
black robe, bull sky lodge is where the beast stays
i’ll leave you face-down in the sand, flies and fleas came, gutted
insides left outside on a beach day
we’re where the thieves lay
so many unmarked sparking at your apartment, you’d think the d’s came
those skeezes you saw on my arm, e weight
bellies full of bombs like decay
they’re under my house, decayed
you can smell the decay
i called out scenes, i want what meeks made
i congregate black m-ss
and shoot thru the stee in this pusher’s brief case
f-ck clubs, bunch of posers rolling like a greek play
all i spit is heat flames, i’m starving
my appet-te you don’t feed sea grain
i’m on the grind underground digging ditches
back whipped with my feet chained
arm out the car amp, waving at your fam, that’s a heat wave
slide open the van door, heat aimed
twelve deep, my whole team blaze
let off like a gang of bats out a deep cave
trees ketamine stained, i can’t seem to keep the heat straight
i straight clean sp-ce in your attic with a large caliber .38
i’m a creep offbeat, i cut up teens, i can make three eight

distorted surreal
deprivation a pill
near death experience the thrill
wrote my will
brave new world look what i build
tryptamine spilled
peruvian torch, i’m san pedro on the hill
[repeat]

feds sweep lakes, finding fiends taped
corpses smelling like cigarettes at free base
my face in a magazine page
i want garland greene fame
i once wore a woman’s head as a hat driving across three states
paranoid ’cause of the sheet’s strength
on the run from government psychics like dream-scape
i’ll put you to sleep on ice while the silence 9 give your dreams skates
i tweak, slap your hat beak straight
i replace your eyes with mirrors, and send your reflection off under god’s green plains
punches strong enough to lean weight
my swag made me a king that b-tches fan and feed grapes
pulled out her tongue, licked it, licked off the e paste
how does e taste

distorted surreal
deprivation a pill
near death experience the thrill
wrote my will
brave new world look what i build
tryptamine spilled
peruvian torch, i’m san pedro on the hill

- jak tripper

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