While you worried about the burdens of yesterday
Were just smoking and passing the time until we pass away
I throw it to you, you throw it to me, I pass it right back
I throw it to you, you throw it to me, I pass it right back
I count the cracks in the ceiling
I long to be dreaming away from this feeling
Fuck everybody, thats honest
I hold my breath a little longer
Eyes rollin back in my head, now I see how they said
BONES, boy, you got a problem
Its late in the city, the lights how they glow
Blurry, the smoke appear more when its cold
This time last year we were half as known
Its funny when ramen aint whats on the stove
Hold on, wait a minute, I dont think these bitches get it
Hold on, wait a minute, I dont think these bitches get it
Hold on, wait a minute, I dont think these bitches get it
Hold on, wait a minute, I dont think these bitches get it, no, no
Think these bitches get it, no, no
Wait, BONES, BONES, SESH, what, what, what
Wait