MyHeadHurt,INeedToLieDown - BONES

My head hurt, I need to lie down

Play me too loud I need to pipe down

Lights down, my hair is up

My stare is like, looking into the fire’s eyes

Come around my way, you’ll be

Burnt to a crisp like that

Before you even get the chance to fight back

I know what you’re thinking

«Why so quick to flip it?

Bones, now you always tripping»

No, I’m just fucking sick of clones thinking that they kill it

Stalactite dripping out your flashlight

Glitching you in flashback transmission

I suppose this is the ending for the story that you call your life

Take the binders, rip the spine, every page is getting burnt

Now every breath you take is mine

Burnt to a crisp like that

Before you even get the chance to fight back

I know what you’re thinking

«Why so quick to flip it?

Bones, now you always tripping»

No, I’m just fucking sick of clones thinking that they kill it