PaleEarnhardt - BONES

What if everything around you isn’t quite as it seems?

What if all the world you think you know is an elaborate dream?

Dead like I’m Earnhardt, dope up in the dashboard

Smokin' like a Nascar, ash on the asphalt

Dirty fingernails, two pigtails

Bitch I look like Sandra Bullock, rollin' bones, speakin' spells

We don’t like you, if you really couldn’t tell

Your shows ain’t shit and your flows ain’t real

Your words ain’t true and your style is the same

If you can’t be yourself you deserve to die today

Drive away

Now my tires get to burnin'

Wheels get to turnin'

Bones get to swervin'

Now my tires get to burnin'

Wheels get to turnin'

Bones get to swervin'