PalmDrive - BONES

SESH

Palm drive, dirt patch

Sippin' slow, smokin' fast

Rockin' chains, flickin' ash

Sparkin' flames, kickin' back

Monogram like dapper dan

SESH on my jacket and pants

I heard you blew your advance

No, I cannot lend a hand

Garbage cans, garbage mans

Livin' in a garbage land

Treat the earth like shit

Then get confused when it don’t like us back

Fade to black

Queue the credits

Pull my blade out then direct it

Produce what I go through

Ain’t no cut, bitch

All I know is action

Grand west shit

3am stumblin' to the crib

Zoned up, now walking through the mist

To the park where I let my mind rest

See the rest, see if there’s a contest

I’m creepin', there’s nothin' I don’t stress

That’s why it’s clear BONES the best

Too much of that weed and nothin' less

Inhale exhale, down on my luck

Twenty five lighters on the dresser, now I’m caught in a rut

My limbs feel numb, now I can’t get up

You can go on without me, no need to wait up