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PERFORMING ARTISTS
BONES
BONES
Vocals
Ruby Da Cherry
Ruby Da Cherry
Vocals
Scrim
Scrim
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Aristos Petrou
Aristos Petrou
Songwriter
Scott Arceneaux Jr.
Scott Arceneaux Jr.
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Budd Dwyer
Budd Dwyer
Producer
Chris Athens
Chris Athens
Mastering Engineer
Michael Foster
Michael Foster
Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Back from the dead like I'm Jesus
Skip to the next track if you think that we are facetious
Ruby da Cherry ripe for the season
Suicide boys, yeah, we still breathin'
[Verse 2]
I'm the black sheep of this music industry shit
Used to be a flock of us but now the flock's depletin'
7th ward Charizard, I melt the ice you claim is freezin'
'Cause I was born in April, I'm the shiny diamond heathen
Y'all fuck boys who claimed they push keys, all deleted
Then fuck boys claimed they got swag
All competing for the same Gucci sweater
That I been had the reciept, bitch
I'm the fucking wave
Y'all just stuck in a bed, in a room, on a cruise
Throwing up 'cause you seasick
While your bitch is cheating on you
I'm the one who beatin'
I'm just saying, y'all think that I'm playin'
But I ain't got a reason to
'98 Benz coupe looking like Pikachu
'99 Benz coupe looking like Beatlejuice
[Verse 3]
Whatever
Who gives a fuck?
I still feel like a teen recluse
'Bout to give these needles use
Numb me up, uh
Numb me up, uh
Numb me up, uh
Numb me up, uh
Numb me up, uh
Numb me up, uh
Numb me up, uh
We're just gonna wait here for a little while
Till things quiet down, if you don't mind
[Verse 4]
Hear no evil, see no evil
Speak no evil, right
Find myself speaking to ghosts a bit more often now
Devil's die too, Lucifer bound for the ground, pussy
Get some money, watch how many hands come reachin' out
What
[Verse 5]
Lit up my cigarette, another accident
Fuck anybody that thinks I'm a saint
Fuck anybody that want me to change
No one changes ever
That's why my glock's on the dresser
And if I'm keepin' it real
I'm never ever lacking, try me
Motherfuckers know slick ain't never ever slacking
Whether the shotgun or the 9 millemeter
They be knowin' Scrimmy keeping the heater
Nonetheless, got my people up my ass
Worried I'mma blow my brains on the glass
[Verse 6]
I smoke a cigarette and laugh
Kettles calling pots black
But sometimes I get violent, silent
The fuck I'm supposed to do
When cut throat always the problem?
That's why Cut Throat cuts throats
With the sharp blade though
Yeah my fade go on Easter
Signed Germ said, ball like the Lakers
DNS3 pipe up, what it be?
They know they scared of it
Suicide dead boys, keep a tribe with me
G59, don't give a fuck boy
I don't give a fuck boy
Don't give a fuck boy
[Verse 7]
Hear no evil, see no evil
Speak no evil, right
Hear no evil, see no evil
Speak no evil, yeah
Hear no evil, speak no evil
See no evil, bitch
Written by: Aristos Petrou, Scott Arceneaux, Scott Arceneaux Jr.
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