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sk, the novelist - bones lyrics

[intro]

yo, yo
hahaha
that’s the mother f-cking… shake my motherf-cking jewelry….
jay-z voice

yo, yo

[chorus]

she said “that new sh-t got a bounce”
i said “thank you, now you got to bounce”
she said “why i can’t stay for a while?”
i said “this is not a home, it’s a house
i don’t have no heart, i have goals
i been working my hands to the bones
got to maintain my edge on foes
got to do everything that they won’t”

she said “why you got to be like that?”
i said “i don’t know you like that
but, everything i give to the world
got to go out there and bring it right back
got to go out there and get what’s mine
i don’t need no help just my time
about to take 48 months on the job
when i come back i’ll tell you what i found”

[verse 1: sk]

i need a beverage with protein
i’m running drills for the whole team
i do not do sh-t no half way
i’ve got to go get the whole thing
i’m about to spread out with both wings
i leave the chessboard with no king
you say you’ve got it like that man
i don’t believe til you show me
send me the signal and i’ll be there in a minimal
i’m a hero in general, i don’t fear individuals
got a phenomenal dominance, i’m a bear to the enemy
better bring a thermometer, i got a terrible temperature
i’m aware of my energy, i’m an arrogant ent-ty
got a confident ambiance and a lyrical chemistry
i’ve been toppling dominos out in various industries
they don’t paint a new picture they just mirror the imagery

*perfect*

fast flow -ssh0l-, test new waters with a backstroke
p-ss your tadpole rap show
asheville admiral dab, you know how that go
aye, sh-t, i’m about to max out my debit card
i need a drink a neck m-ssage
i need a new fit from epatage
pr-nto, b-tch!

[chorus]

[verse 2: p.t.p]

ain’t f-cking with the rats or the weasels
snake blood dripping off my easel
like it’s a morbid bob ross
perform at all costs
extort and not hot?
get your dome lopped off
flow guillotine, wait wait petey please tell me what you really mean
dudes throwing money at a dream really putting smoke in they chiminey
keeping warm in they feels when i’m blizzarding ey ey
too cold too bold, you too old
you ugly, fronting you above me
you bland jams, i’m chutney
“ooh barracuda” like dude ain’t f-cking with the guppies
flow blow dart hiding in the shrubbery
clap back but you end up duppy
ain’t fam then please don’t touch me
ain’t man’s then don’t interrupt me

ey-ey-ooo
i ain’t been getting my way
so i’m turning it tidal, dog, huh
you can come die in my wave
trying to surf but you barely care when you rocking a stage
i die in the music the track is the trash and you watching me rot in my grave
i played that part
f-ck with everybody, so they play my art
yet, how to explain the disdain i got?
fake it but you never gonna make it my god
i played that part
gotta go hard when i rock till i hit that urn
’til he fill that box ’till he next
body sh-t cause she said:

[chorus]

- sk the novelist lyrics

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