MineralWashed - BONES

I don’t need your praise, get the fuck up out my space

Hold on I don’t need your plays, do not click up on my face

Rather die up on the vine, with every word I got inside

Then disperse myself amongst the world in a fashion I dislike

And I think its about that time, I’ma show the world them fuckin' rhymes

How you pass away deep down inside, found a new plot with a brand new life

Got a hundred shoes still I got one knife, get it everyday like I got one night

Though they never act like they got one life, they fucking up every day and

just thinking they can

Come back from that

But they can’t

And it’s sad to me

It’s sad to me

Waking up, gotta get my shit together

Trench coat swinging in any weather

Looking at my gold while they search for treasure

Proof is in the pudding, Bones do it better

That don’t mean that I’ll teach it to ya

That just mean that I’m the reaper to ya

Take you when I please and then I

Leave you with the leaves and let you sleep with nature