TermsAndConditions - BONES

While you wake up and get your cake up

Bitch, I lay up while I pick my poison

Rolling while you going out

And showing why they should adore you

Hope that you get all the fame

Dance around on top the stage

Get everything you dreamed

Then tell me "Bones, it just don't feel the same"

You still get soaked in the rain

Money don't exclude you from pain

Fame ain't nothing but a single syllable that we use to say

"Known by some people, but not known truly either"

Thinking you know me from a song

Is like summing up someone from a voicemail

No rhymes, no time codes

Could keep me inside my rhythm

Never needed 'em, I'm conceited

Blunts die every time I hit 'em

Hold up, let me get myself together

Hold up, let me get myself together