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bones - hella far out lyrics

[intro]
f+ck, night, rats

[verse]
i was a kid on the bus, throwing food at the driver
screaming at rail roads when told to be quiet
i never hesistated to give any f+cks
to any of these mo’f+ckers thinking i rap for funds
some say, in a way, i was raised by the sun
instead of going the church on sundays, like some
i’d stay home and sketch out gold chains and guns
and big stacks of one’s and big bulky blunts
dreams of diamonds and gold fronts
and a couple bad b+tches with some fat ol’ b+tts
so now i’m fl!cking blunt ashes on the devil as i stunt
like knievel to the evel life that i truly want
they told me rap wouldn’t get me far
but now i’m looking back laughing ’cause i’m out with the stars
h+lla far, h+lla far, whatchu think b+tch? i’m h+lla far
ion’t, write, rap [?] b+tch

[outro]
strictly for
mike coppola all up in that ass

- bones lyrics

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