Lyrics CCTV - BONES

CCTV

Deadboy
Deadboy (KILL)
Deadboy
Deadboy

CC television clips, mom I'm on TV
Almost like the dreams turned into reality
Holographic sight, baby what a sight to see
I slither like a lizard when I'm dippin' through these streets
PlayStation in the dash, green case, leather seats
Dope make me strong, but you bitches got me weak
Two twelves knockin' like it's trickin' for a treat
Masked up like Halloween, playa what's the fee?
Baby what's the play? I'll be waitin' by the creek
Washin' off my diamonds, blood trail behind my feet
Every watch I bust it down, give a fuck about the time
Collectors shake they head when they see the baguettes in the dial

5-5-6, catch a carbine clip
Packin' cemetery mage, smokin' Hi-Fi zips
Off the top, broke bitch, you fucked with the wrong clique
Tracer rounds leave you burnin' like you fucked the wrong bitch
5-5-6, catch a carbine clip (deadboy)
Packin' cemetery mage, smokin' Hi-Fi zips (deadboy)
Yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh, what