Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
BONES
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Elmo O'Connor
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
The Virus and Antidote
Producer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Droppin' down, hoppin' out straight out the casket
Pop, lock and drop it like Huey done asked me
Mud on my corpse, if you crazy, I'm bat-shit
Bones is the one the game hate with a passion
[Verse 2]
When did it start? I think I know
The second I chose to come out of my tomb
Everyone gather, hold hands and let out a big fuck you, bones
On two, 1, 2
[Verse 3]
Comin' through, your crew like two wong foo
Give a fuck about your loot, motherfucker, give me truth
And if you all out of the latter, I'ma have you take the first
Try to bop me for my spot, hold up, someone get this boy a hearse
[Verse 4]
I'm takin' the long way home tonight
I just need some space, I don't wanna live today
Ran into the crow of the afterlife
He opened up his beak, whispered, "Bones, please come with me"
[Verse 5]
Dead boy, what big eyes you have
The better to see you with, hands of the witch cursed with one grip
I will rise from the fire, finna blow away with the breeze
Reporting live from the core, makin' it hard to breathe
Written by: Elmo O'Connor, UNKNOWN WRITER