InTheEndItsNotUpToMe - BONES

Somewhere between the graveyard and the forest, I’m somewhere just smokin'

The temperature drop but for me It’s still hot, cause I’m from where its snowin

Weatherman reporting «woods get stale, so remember to close 'em»

Don’t fuck with my motion, catch me a case and then close it like Conan

6 in the mornin', Don’t do no yawnin', creep while you sleep, thought you said

that you want it

Feast when I eat, while you pourin' up porridge, rather be me then be what you

supposed to

That mean you’ll never be nothin' but fake, so watch how I do it and say that

you hate

Then copy paste and say we can relate, to not be original that ain’t a lane

But somehow they livin' like that everyday, way to content with just lookin'

the same

Same fuckin' views, same fucking brain

Fuck is a label somebody please tell me, if there’s a contract, they know not

to involve me

I roll all the nickels, I make all my money, so how the fuck you supposed to

tempt me with hundreds

What is a thousand, what is a million, to someone that knows the price has risen

SESH is who with me, moving to quickly, no future prices, this shit changing

weekly

Death is so easy, life is so random, now he just do it, and money they hand him

Some get a check and go live in the Hamptons, me I buy fruit, dope,

and diamonds in cash

What

Wait

Wait

SESH