TheLastTimeWeSpoke - BONES

Sad like a bad Goodbye

Deep down I know it was I that should have died

Regretting the missed calls, just thinking I’ll call tomorrow

I was way too convinced

That you would see another day, and I would do this

Dial digits linked to you, and say I love and I miss you

Now I got issues, same place residential

Fuck everybody back home that knew what I did

Don’t say you care about him, then assist his diminish

When I see you it’s butcher knives, like I’m fresh out the kitchen

I promise I ain’t leave the premises till I’m finished

Fuck shame, I’ll spit on the corpses of you bitches

What

That’s my life, what is here, so

I’m gifted with the mac

Swiftly I attack, burn me, I fire back

Flipping like acrobats, going agro

Defrost you like Spyro

Blunts got me tight-roped, the IRL psycho

Enter my domain, like URL’s now I know

No backspace I make sure no typos

Shut your block down then lift you up like high notes

These can’t buy those, sandals can’t try those

No

Realistically I probably wouldn’t even drop this

I don’t know what to say

What?