Bones - Lea Porcelain

Riding in the limousine watching rocket power

Time moving slow, a million blunts a hundred hours

All the windows down rolling wraps full of flowers

I light the match, I light the end

Smoke it like my Prowler

Murals on the wall

Stained glass ceilings

Marble floor walking

Making money for my children

Statues made of me, in the living room

Water fountains full of syrup

Spitting neck full of jewels

I’m getting high

I’m laying low

I’m rolling up my blunts

I’m getting high

I’m laying low

I’m Kreepin in the Kut