Testo 48843 - BONES
Testo della canzone 48843 (BONES), tratta dall'album KickingTheBucket
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Who's the wild man now?
I'm Rudy Ruettiger, I'll put you on your back
And now the doctor gotta suture you
I'm loaded but won't shoot at you
Got a razor in my boot for you
I throw them bows like Luda, uh
We pull up, change the temperature
Real motherfucker, you disloyal
I put you on, embrace you as a brother
You'd be spoiled
Every song a coil in my mind's turmoil
When they put me in the soil, I'ma make the coffin boil
Floorboards creakin'
You in your room sleepin'
Dead boys silent
We're lurkin', we're creepin'
Now, back up on your head, bitch
Hit a sweep like the feds bitch
Four double eight four three, mother fuck glory
I do this shit, so when I die again, nobody mourn me
Too cashed, I'm soaring
All year you're tourin'
Your label needs money and your family needs supportin'
It's Mr. Backroad, look, I only conversate on burners
White fire make you burn
Chains drag, I know you heard us, bitch
Stop, drop, lean with it rock
Snappin' like them Franchize Boyz on the block
Always in search of a brighter day
Shoot up the roof and ride away
They said, "It couldn't be done"
But best believe, BONES will find a way
Best believe, BONES will find a way
They said, "It couldn't be done"
But best believe BONES will find a way, what?
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Writer(s): Elmo O'connor, Kamiya
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