bones
used to bump project bitch
in the curves and the cul de sac
rolling up sticks
bag full of cans
last change in my hands
coat smelling like mold
got snow on my vans
no bling no peace
no rings
no mink on my shoulder
no brands on my feet
now my phone won't stay quiet
trying to sell me all my dreams
but i still won't buy it
i wish i was like you fuck
but i can't 'cause i think too much