Lyrics Skeletons - Sahtyre

Skeletons

Skeletons in my closet, elephants in the room, blood dripping up out the faucet
Common sense say fuck it there’s no cents in my pocket that’s nonsense,
I’ll probably just squander it once I got it
But hell yeah she on it, hell she want it, hell yeah she bad, so bad I call it
demonic
The proud young product of smokers and alcoholics but they don’t even hear us
cause they know nothing about it
Bitch I think I’m superman, slip myself a mickey I mix a mickey with Rufilin
If I kick the bucket its probably the one I’m puking in, trade you all my
riches to never tell me the truth again
Wish I was close minded, opportunity knocking I open and close-lined it
I do my own thing, need no one to cosign it, she give me good brain I promise I
don’t mind it
Roses are red, vaginas are violet, when I kill it kill it kill it til she
yellin' stop the violence
While all the other bitches look at me like I’m Adonis, but I tell her that I
love her and she frightened cause I’m honest
Skeletons in my closet, elephants in the room, blood dripping up out the faucet
Common sense say fuck it there’s no cents in my pocket that’s nonsense,
I’ll probably just squander it once I got it
But hell yeah she on it, hell she want it, hell yeah she bad, so bad I call it
demonic
The proud young product of smokers and alcoholics but they don’t even hear us
cause they know nothing about it
That’s why she throw me that bush while these niggas beatin' around it,
my niggas smokin' that kush while these niggas speaking about it
Brain clouded, spaced out but I stay grounded, its strange when you surrounded
by faces that used to doubt it
And places you never thought of with bitches that’s wearing na-da and picturing
her instead and be mad at them when they not her
Even though when I’m back she be sweating me like a sauna, til she open them
legs and I turn into Jeff Dahmer
Twist the marijuana, let her do the honors, then I kill it kill it kill it til
she yellin' stop the violence
And I swear the way she screaming out my name is so melodic that I tell her
that I love her and she crying cause I’m honest
Skeletons in my closet, elephants in the room, blood dripping up out the faucet
Common sense say fuck it there’s no cents in my pocket that’s nonsense,
I’ll probably just squander it once I got it
But hell yeah she on it, hell she want it, hell yeah she bad, so bad I call it
demonic
The proud young product of smokers and alcoholics but they don’t even hear us
cause they know nothing about it