HimalayanSalt - BONES

I was gone for a minute, now I’m back

Young Bones cashed, ripping Chia seed packs

Counter top’s sticky from the fruit getting pressed

Local grown goods make a multicolored mess

Corpse full of flax, and a skull full of ash

Touch and feel the past, let the flashbacks flash

Young William Lamb trying to live off up off the land

Living off the plants like it’s 1810

Sticking to the plans, cause we know the fucking end

We’ve all seen what happens, still they try and just pretend

I don’t wanna know you or your friends, cause you do it for the wrong reasons

Young and I’m hopeless, bust all my emotions

The place I was put is a rock that’s eroded

Trying to work the motion, locking out the bullshit

But all I can do is pick grains for my potions

Let it sink in, let me be the fucking lotion

Cleanse you of disease, and I leave blunt smoking

Himalayan salt from the docks

Grind it down then I pour it on top

Himalayan salt from the docks

Grind it down then I pour it on top