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PERFORMING ARTISTS
BONES
BONES
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Elmo O'Connor
Elmo O'Connor
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
stereoRYZE
stereoRYZE
Producer

Lyrics

You got a false image Bitch, I got no limits You trip, I slap a clip in I'm banging chrome finish Don't be another victim You pussies try to fit in This fuckin' scene is sickenin' It's scary how I'm livin' I fall asleep and pass away, then wake up blunt twistin' Even if I'm drowning like Whitney, I keep a razor with me Cool it down like New Edition, then go froze when you see me I don't fuck with the city, rather be in the forest Solar cells up on my cottage, hear the birds in the morning Earl Grey in my kettle Off the grid how I settle Super tramp how I travel This how I cope with my mental I engrained myself in history bitch I'll be here forever I be so on my shit I'ma foreclose your twistin' No, you not like me So when night fall she dip, dip Pager all on my hip, hip Whole game on my dick, dick Motherfuck yo clique, give a fuck what you think, bitch SESH I lift it up and I'm shaking the earth Sharpen my blade and I'm bringin' the hurt Deep in the dirt, hittin' the curb Bitch don't talk to me, don't get on my nerves Cashed as a bitch now I'm slurring my words This my confession, I'm letting it burn Told you already, bitch when will you learn? SESH is forever till I'm in the earth Bitch
Writer(s): Brian Futter, Robert Dickinson Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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