| Blade on my waist
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| Blunt to the face and I’m up in this thang
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| Drugs in my veins, your bitch is so lame
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| Remember her throat, don’t remember her name
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| Creep in the night, hear my knife from the flip
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| Taking your life then I’m taking your bitch
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| Feeding her drugs and watching her die
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| Kiss on her lips then I’m shutting her eyes
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| If she with Bones, she ain’t leaving alive
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| Truthfully die, she was living a lie
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| Hated her folks, love of the drugs
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| Hated true love, she just loves to fuck
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| Love just to cut, love just to roll
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| Hated just to talk so she always moans
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| Riding all alone and I wish that I was home
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| Wishing that I didn’t go down this road
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| The day that I die, hope my mama don’t cry
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| Hope she realized it was just my time
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| Nobody ever ready to bury their own child
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| But I’m dead already so I’m good for awhile
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| Young white punk, dead girls rolling blunts
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| Blood on the Backwood, roll 'til she numb
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| Cuts on her wrists, teardrops on her face
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| So I flip my switchblade just to let her know she’s safe
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| She just want Bones, I wanna be alone
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| I don’t need friends, I don’t need no home
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| I don’t want money, I don’t need a fuckin' car
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| Rather sleep in the alley, rather live with the bums
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| Young fucking scumbag, I don’t know how
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| Bitches like me, but fuck it, it’s alright
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| They hear how I rhyme, see how I act
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| They see my shows just to hear me rap
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| Baby, I could save you, come with me now
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| Take her to the grave then I put her in the ground
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| Hands on her neck, now she’s saying: «Take my life»
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| Who am I to deny such a beautiful sight?
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| What, Bones
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| SESH, Yeah
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| Yeah, what
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| Yeah, what
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| What, what, what
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| Oooh, please don’t go (what, what)
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| Oooh, please don’t go (what, what)
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| Don’t let me in, don’t let me in (SESH, SESH)
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| Don’t let me in (SESH, SESH, SESH, SESH, SESH) |