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BONES
BONES
Performer
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Grey Cigar
Grey Cigar
Producer

Lyrics

What, what? That, that, that, that That, that, that, that What? Posted in the alley So badly wanna throw it all away Feel cold with one hand to the wind You trippin', I'm kickin' it all the way Die retarded like Rain Man, like Qantas never crashed Tobacco leaf in my main hand, an attack force in my stash (SESH) Feelin' something like Patrick Swayze Goin' ghost as she goin' crazy Poltergeist, I feel my body fading Lookin' in the mirror and I ain't seein' nathan Aching for murder Equipped, aching with the burner Turnt him invisible, pitiful doubt that BONES gon' get rid of you (What) That, that, that That's just how it [?] to me (That) That, that, that That's just how it [?] to me (That) TeamSESH hotboy riding scrapers Red Wing jersey, feel like Draper Bass go thumpin', wake the neighbors Step on my land and meet your makеr Hang my hair like Undertaker Tombstonе diamonds look like Vegas Cut the lights and hit the breaker I need darkness when I'm makin' tunes for the plenty My blunt go out, I panic Super Bowl how I'm bangin' Blow his top off just like Jenny I suggest you stand close I'm the one that clear the smoke When the smoke clears, all you'll see is yellow tape and BONES (Wait) That, that, that That's just how it [?] to me (That) That, that, that That's just how it [?] to me (That)
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