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bones - hi-fi lyrics

[verse]
i slide by coming at ya in hi-fi (what up)
tryna see if you p-ss-es got nine lives (pull up)
everytime i don’t feast, i fine dine turn ya
corpse to bread, turn ya blood into wine
mr. disinfected heart pumping garbage, still clogging my veins
i remember nights of loneliness and day full of pain
with the shadows, i would battle till i hemorrhage my brain
synthetic blunts had me daze for days
i would succ-mb to my weakness, crazed from the drinking
locked in a mode, no control overthinking
weight up on my shoulder, cannot carry it no more
ears on mute and my eyes on slow-mo

[chorus]
you wouldn’t f-ck with the one they call
you wouldn’t f-ck with the one they call
bones, the god of the microphone
straight out the 517 zone
you wouldn’t f-ck with the one they call
you wouldn’t f-ck with the one they call
bones, the god of the microphone
straight out the 517 zone

[interlude]
you want me to keep going?
alright

[outro]
so i was chilling on the corner, and what else?
i was rolling up a blunt, and what else?
said i was chilling on the corner, and what else?
said i was rolling up a blunt, and what else?
bones, the god of the microphone

- bones lyrics

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