IThoughtYouLookedFamiliar BONES
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[Verse]
Walking through the village, hood up with no recognition
Compass point to the wind, smoking, walking, never winded
Long sleeves so my rings don't shine in the sun
Young scholar, what's a dollar? No, I never needed one
Acting like funds fell down in my palms
Like it ain't just us, like I'm not just BONES
Tryna hit my phone, all you get is tones
Socializing's what I don't, I'ma never let it go
1930's trunk, let the cotton sleep tight
My floor got grain and the sun run the lights
Vanderbilt vision, only bitten with precision
Fountains in the kitchen spittin' while the chef still flippin'
Still death-twistin', now I'm still life-givin'
But I'll be life-takin' if my happiness go missin'
Growing up, I never listened, now they wish I would've changed
'Cause every word spoken falls upon no arrangement
Opinions turn to files, I never, ever save 'em
Views turn to photographs, I never, ever frame 'em
[Outro]
SESH
What?
Walking through the village, hood up with no recognition
Compass point to the wind, smoking, walking, never winded
Long sleeves so my rings don't shine in the sun
Young scholar, what's a dollar? No, I never needed one
Acting like funds fell down in my palms
Like it ain't just us, like I'm not just BONES
Tryna hit my phone, all you get is tones
Socializing's what I don't, I'ma never let it go
1930's trunk, let the cotton sleep tight
My floor got grain and the sun run the lights
Vanderbilt vision, only bitten with precision
Fountains in the kitchen spittin' while the chef still flippin'
Still death-twistin', now I'm still life-givin'
But I'll be life-takin' if my happiness go missin'
Growing up, I never listened, now they wish I would've changed
'Cause every word spoken falls upon no arrangement
Opinions turn to files, I never, ever save 'em
Views turn to photographs, I never, ever frame 'em
[Outro]
SESH
What?
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