Lyrics Kerosene - BONES

Kerosene

T-Treat me like the reaper, 'cause I never miss
It’d be che-cheaper to kill yourself and just save me a trip
I’ve got no reason to make a scene, but best believe I will
Commit treason against the team and get your blood spilt
Get your head split
Get your mind right
Raise out and hit the town until the nighttime, I ride
Baby I’ve been thinkin' I’ma fall right down
Without you by my side my life is over now
I’ma ride, I’ma slide, in the candy paint
I’ma dip my dope in the kerosene
No trip (trip)
I’ma sip (sip)
I’ma shake the game and watch 'em all flip (flip)
Get a grip (grip)
Bass kick (kick)
That bitch you said you love she, she on my dick
What?
«Give me that»
«Don't shoot!»
«Don't shoot?!
You stupid, ignorant son of a bitch, dumb bastard.
Jesus Christ I’ve met some dumb bastards in my time but you outdo them all!
Get over here»