ColdSideOfThePillow - BONES

There I go, there I go slamming caddie doors

You stay with hoes for you no sympathy inside these bones (ah)

Like dismissing drawing magic trying to evolve

You always move without your heart, you need money and fall

Fall, fall, you gone fall off

Fall, fall, you gone fall off

Fall, fall, you gone fall off

Fall, fall, you gone fall off

What, yeah, SESH