CuldesacSounds - BONES

I ain’t gon' believe it

I ain’t gon' admit that you

I ain’t gon' believe it

I ain’t gon' who, who, who

Ohh, Ayy, Ohh

Two blunts like ohh, ayy, ohh

Keep a weapon like Tony, ayy, ohh

Any minute I’ll-

I’ll be gone

Pretty on all of my stone

Now they singin' like ohh, ayy, ohh

Trap me, now he got a halo

Flashback, back to the avenue

You said that you love me, I never knew

Just bought ounces, bag or two

You said you would kill him if I asked you to

I ain’t askin' for much, I ain’t askin' for much

I just need a little time, no more than a month

Been down in the dumps, more down then I’m up

My friends, it smells like I’m running out of luck, oh

I don’t believe it

I won’t admit that you

I ain’t gon' believe it

I ain’t gon' who, who, who