MailTime - BONES

Still will kill bitch cuz I don’t speak for real

Keep it quiet you would never see it coming till you feel

Buck knife to your spine run it quickly to the sky

Open you just like a letter let me read just whats inside

Like its mail time mail time hit the alpine

Now we bumpin' smokin' blunts get to it like its bout time

In and out of route time pit stop to count mine

I need every decimal essential for this ounce I’m bankin' on

Cashin' off you show out I laugh it off you go out I stay at home

Still your funds is lookin' low I ain’t one to give a fuck about a couple

dollars

But I know you are so tell me how the fuck you plan to pile up

If you wilder than the wildest that would be me lets be honest

So just take your 2nd rank and take your silver to get polished

Shadow box it make it gorgeous put it on the wall to worship

Only thing I frame is progress for me that’s a perfect portrait

Everybody dressing up and doing all their best impressions

Oh so many Bones imitations I’ma start a convention

All your shows look like dashcon stage like a ball pit

Under developed brain somehow stuck inside some tall kids

Fuck about your talking and your posting keep it going

Its final cut the way they over saturate their own shit

If they wanna know you you just one click away

If they wanna get to Bones that’s just something they’ll have to dream

Got some woods in the duffel

Got some blades just to touch em

They got money that’s lovely

Cuz I got shit I been wantin'

Got some woods in the duffel

Got some blades just to touch em

They got money that’s lovely

Cuz I got shit I been wantin'

Got some woods in the duffel

Got some blades just to touch em

You got money?

that’s lovely

Cuz I got shit I been wantin'