HereGoesNothing - BONES

Label this shit that won’t let them judge

Smoke while I strut through the mud

Say what you want, still, I do what I does

Breath of fresh air I’m a gift to your lungs

Fuck what you say, it ain’t true

Night to the day, we ain’t you

No need to impress you, no need to out-dress you

Just need to outlive you, so I’m eating better

Died 100 times now I’m back once more

The graveyard shake and the moon get low

The time get slow, and the blunts never go

Out like you, when your 50 seconds over

I’m contract sober, you gotta lie smoking

Locked in a deal, now you on the shelf molding

Thought is a green bid, at least where it’s poking

Now you down, bad knees locked by the police

Please step away this is just what I do now

Get the fuck 'round me, if I don’t know you now

Please step away this is just what I do now

Still in the yard, but we lie with them tombs now