WasteofSpace - BONES

Still doped up

Don’t approach me when I’m rolling up

Gold blunt guts in the platinum cup

I kill my lungs and left my body numb

Can’t feel a thing you could put me in the rain

Droplets running down my face

But my skin cannot sense a thing

Hold up, hold up

Every day I’m getting

Older, older

Every night I’m tryna

Focus, focus

But I can’t get it

There’s something wrong with my head

And I can’t explain it

I’m running out of options if I ever had any, try not to panic

Body itching I’m trying to kick it, life’s my bad habit

I cause a scene then I’m napping, goodnight

I am what’s after this life

We are the Lords of the Flies

On our own island, we rise

Lot of people say they do what they don’t

Never seen you alone in these roads

Thirty in my pack like a cartridge I blow

On the shoulder of the mighty river going with the flow (ah)

Wait, where I go, I just do what I want (want)

Like whoop there it is, ain’t nobody gonna tell me shit (no)

No more scrapping for the rent (rent)

No more stealing for some shit (shit)

I was always in some shit

And I swear I’d never admit

That I needed a change of pace to really go and arrange

My life in some sort of order that doesn’t result in pain (what?)

Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes

NoRedeemingQualities until I’m gone

Yeah