Virus - BONES

Locked in my grave, I ain't slept in days

Worms in my blunt, I got mud up in my veins

Cemetery legend, poppin' like Excedrin

I'm on it smoking heavy, at this rate I'll be high forever

You speakin' like a reverend, then acting like a felon

These conscious rap pussies ain't in no place help us

No position to tell me, how the worship be

Bitch get you some money, get the fuck up off the street

Bringing it all the way back, bitch

Sippin' it off my flask, bitch

Creepin' up with that blade

Better bust quick when you see that SESH shit

Wreck shit what I'mma do do, motherfuck your Bentley coupe

Time after time, Cyndi Lauper back in '82

Comin' down clean in a new machine

Drugs on deck and the money on me

Styrofoam cup and I don't sip lean

I just need a place to go but I want my weed

Leave me alone, I just need to fucking breathe

I'm just sick of all these trash every day I fucking see

So I lock the fucking door and keep myself up in the dark

I can see you, I can hear you, I don't even want to start

I don't care about your music, I don't care about your lord

Throw my body in the trash when my time's cut short

And that's for real, real

Don't give a fuck about how you feel, feel

And that's for real, real

And that's for real, real

Okay, you swerve in the Lexus, I pull up with your next bitch

O2' Wayne, cash money on the necklace

Always on the guestlist, oh and not to mention

Pick my worst song, bet it's harder than your best shit

I don't need a Tec clip to depress the tension

My lungs at recess, my heart is in detention

Start in the sense in the sense that I'm making

It's breaking and shaking you down in the pavement

Old and you're basic, I'm young and amazing

Chain never hanging, I'm gripping on a razor

Feel it with anger, zone turns danger

Friends turn strangers and words get fame

And that's for real, real

Don't give a fuck about how you feel, feel

And that's for real, real

And that's for real, real