hi-fi

bones

i slide by coming at ya in hi-fi

what up

tryna see if you pussies got nine lives

pull up

everytime i don't feast

i fine dine turn ya

corpse to bread

turn ya blood into wine

mr. disinfected heart pumping garbage

still clogging my veins

i remember nights of loneliness and day full of pain

with the shadows i would battle till i hemorrhage my brain

synthetic blunts had me daze for days

i would succumb to my weakness

crazed from the drinking

locked in a mode

no control overthinking

weight up on my shoulder

cannot carry it no more

ears on mute and my eyes on slow-mo

you wouldn't fuck with the one they call

you wouldn't fuck with the one they call

bones

the god of the microphone

straight out the 517 zone

you wouldn't fuck with the one they call

you wouldn't fuck with the one they call

bones

the god of the microphone

straight out the 517 zone

you want me to keep going?

alright

so i was chilling on the corner

and what else?

i was rolling up a blunt

and what else?

said i was chilling on the corner

and what else?

said i was rolling up a blunt

and what else?

bones

the god of the microphone