D-19 - BONES

Take 'em back home, to the roads that I know

Sleep where you sleep, and you die where you born

Fuck what you know, and fuck what you’ve been told

Shaved hair running through the snow, boy with the frostbit skull

Now back to tell 'em once more, the young white mac came back with the flow

Never had money or hometown pride

Every night ride, like tonight we die

Town fucked up, so the kids fucked up

Everything cash, from the views to the drugs

Looking at the world only way they know how

Throw away your time til they throw you in the ground

I don’t like you I don’t like your friends

I hope you never like me, let’s not pretend

Looking at the ones at the so called top

Looking at us for the so called props

Try to take sound, but you can’t take style

Can’t replicate nothing that we done, get around

Move up out the way, kill yourself today

I hope you know the money that you makin' ain’t a thing bitch