Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Hi-Fi, artist - BONES. Album song FAILURE, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 01.10.2017
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Catalog, teamSESH
Song language: English
Hi-Fi |
I slide by coming at ya in Hi-Fi, what up |
Tryna see if you pussies got nine lives, pull up |
Everytime I don’t feast, I fine dine turn ya |
Corpse to bread, turn ya blood into wine |
Mr. Disinfected heart pumping garbage, still clogging my veins |
I remember nights of loneliness and day full of pain |
With the shadows I would battle till I hemorrhage my brain |
Synthetic blunts had me daze for days |
I would succumb to my weakness, crazed from the drinking |
Locked in a mode, no control overthinking |
Weight up on my shoulder, cannot carry it no more |
Ears on mute and my eyes on slow-mo |
You wouldn’t fuck with the one they call |
You wouldn’t fuck with the one they call |
Bones, the God of the microphone |
Straight out the 517 zone |
You wouldn’t fuck with the one they call |
You wouldn’t fuck with the one they call |
Bones, the God of the microphone |
Straight out the 517 zone |
You want me to keep going? |
Alright |
So I was chilling on the corner, and what else? |
I was rolling up a blunt, and what else? |
Said I was chilling on the corner, and what else? |
Said I was rolling up a blunt, and what else? |
Bones, the God of the microphone |