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[Chorus: BONES]
Weapon in the dashboard, I'm scary
Walking on the edge, if you double dog dare me
Blunts like a backboard, fucking eye candy
Bitch smoke mid, diamond rings like I'm married
[Verse 1: BONES]
Gems in the socket, let me buy away
You ain't done enough, get your hours up
Tryna fuck me over, don't got enough
Turn you into me, we can both be skeletons
Everyday when I wake
My feelings they just ain't the same
My willingness has me ashamed
She literally frowning my ways
[Bridge: BONES]
Nowherе to go, nowhere to run to
Nothing to show, all I had to
Nowherе to go, nowhere to run to
Nothing to show, all I had to
SESH
[Verse 2: BONES]
Dreams at the top, can't get no sleep
Black my eyes, matte black my Jeep
Five-star suites, pack of woods, no sweets
.38 on my waistline, smoking on a beach
Sand on my boots, salt water on my watch
Santos, 40 millimeter for the clock
Vintage rings like Olympics, wishing for the...
Had to hit him with the tetanus, get me?
Weapon in the dashboard, I'm scary
Walking on the edge, if you double dog dare me
Blunts like a backboard, fucking eye candy
Bitch smoke mid, diamond rings like I'm married
[Verse 1: BONES]
Gems in the socket, let me buy away
You ain't done enough, get your hours up
Tryna fuck me over, don't got enough
Turn you into me, we can both be skeletons
Everyday when I wake
My feelings they just ain't the same
My willingness has me ashamed
She literally frowning my ways
[Bridge: BONES]
Nowherе to go, nowhere to run to
Nothing to show, all I had to
Nowherе to go, nowhere to run to
Nothing to show, all I had to
SESH
[Verse 2: BONES]
Dreams at the top, can't get no sleep
Black my eyes, matte black my Jeep
Five-star suites, pack of woods, no sweets
.38 on my waistline, smoking on a beach
Sand on my boots, salt water on my watch
Santos, 40 millimeter for the clock
Vintage rings like Olympics, wishing for the...
Had to hit him with the tetanus, get me?
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