Lyrics LiveFromTheBucc - BONES

LiveFromTheBucc

You don’t gotta dial no 911\nIt’s a kid, the premise is that the sun go down\nTrunk full of dope, break it down while you\nWhenever the people inbound\nDon’t flaunt 'cause I want it (Want it)\nThey there, therefore I was on it\nHopped up in the Buick, regal smokin' while I’m rollin'\nRolling down the window, wait, my mental just caved-in today\nI’m starvin' in the driver seat, I got to blow they brains away\nSlackin' on my everyday, he died and now he heaven’s gates\nI wish there was a simple way, mayhaps there is a different way\nI ponder while I wonder through my castle with a blunt to bake\nNo longer could I conquer the henious shit that my mind had to say\nI see shit in a different light, not shrouded in a misty haze\nSittin' atop the mountain, all alone while lightnin' strikin' hay\n«BONES why you feel that way?"(What? What?)\nIt feels better when I hide away (Ok, ok, ok)\n«BONES why you feel that way?"(What? What?)\nIt feels better when I hide away (Ok, ok, ok)\nSteppin' back in the action, crowbar in there crackin'\nI’m comin' through the attic (attic)\nI put the burner to his back and\n«Pow», make him vanish\nNeighbors panic\nPolice now en-route\nI’m too cashed to face the truth (Ah)\nStick 'n' move, stick 'n' move\nAll I got’s to got’s to do