XLR - BONES

Motherfuck today, bitch, I’m waiting on tomorrow

D-19 reppin', where you die or get offed

Lost in the woods, keep a weapon in the car

Or get left near the railroad, the forest is your morgue

Addiction off the Richter, feeling like I’m Dave Navarro

Motherfuck today, bitch, I’m waiting on tomorrow

Settin' off alarms, fire storm without warnin'

Tell me tone it down, don’t ever hear it, bitch, I’m in the moment

Reaper forever sittin' right by me

Waitin' until it’s perfect timing

I’m in full 360 surveillance, that bitch will never get to me

He know what the consequence is when you steppin' to me

What’s the deal, how you feel?

What’s the deal, how you feel?

What?

God damn, hot damn, hotter than a frying pan

Put me on the stove, don’t touch me

I’m 'bout to fly and go to Russia

Privet to the rubles I’m touchin'

Bust it, forever used to nothin', gunnin' 'til the day we ain’t hungry

Fuck it, can’t recite a verse of Marvin Gaye then I don’t trust you

Buggin', used to white truck it, rust in my cuts, can’t stomach

Someone cue the violence, bleeding from my eyelids

Nosferatu in the dungeon

Super 8 film burn dissipate my features

Can’t make out who is it that that’s creepin'

Fall with the night, turn you to ash without a light

Show you the past, I project out my hands at your eyes

Feel it in your spine, these memories are alive

As for you, I am pleased to say it’s your time

What’s the deal, how you feel?

What’s the deal, how you feel?

(Bitch)

What’s the deal, how you feel?

What’s the deal, how you feel?

(Bitch)