Hi-Fi (Explicit)

Hi-Fi (Explicit) - BONES

I slide by

Coming at you in hi fi

What up

Try to see if you pussies got 9 lives

Pull up

Every time I don't feast I fine dine

Turn your

Corpse to bread turn your blood into wine

Mr Disinfected heart

Pumpin' garbage still cloggin' my veins

I remember nights of loneliness

And days full of pain

With the shadows

I would battle till I'd hemorrhage my brain

Synthetic blunts had me dazed for days

I would succumb to my weakness

Crazed from the drinkin'

Locked in a mode

No control

Overthinkin'

Weight up on my shoulder

Cannot carry it no more

Ears on mute

And my eyes on slow mo

You don't wanna f**k

With the one they call

You don't wanna f**k

With the one they call

Bones the God of the microphone

Straight out that 5 1 7 zone

You don't wanna f**k

With the one they call

You don't wanna f**k

With the one they call

Bones the God of the microphone

Straight out that 5 1 7 zone

So I was chillin' on the corner and what

I was rollin' up a blunt and what

Said I was chillin' on the corner and what

Said I was rollin' up a blunt and what

Bones the God of the microphone