lock-on - Cat Soup, BONES

These pussies all ego

Lying 'bout some kilos

I'm Prime Time Deion, cut you up in ya Dior

Bleedin' in designer

Fondly you couldn't know

Bones will track you down and pack you out with the wolves

My whole set glisten like we dipped in gold

You and ya clique like lawn chairs, just built to fold

I skip the toll, I roll on through, but when they write [?]

Don't speak down on me and the crew

Blue sky tan boots

I had nightmare that I woke up being you

I had to shake myself up, it was a fucking view

Shit felt so real, I had no skill

No hope, no flow, no automobile

Just trying to chill somewhere away from it all

Imperfect perfections, nature has no flaws

Minne oak trees reach up to the clouds

No cars, no smog, no cancer allowed