G-Loc - Killson

Stretched on silver strings

I’m striping away your eyes

I’ve got some wings to seam

Reprising feels so wise

I’m gonna wade into your offence

I will deny everything i’ll do It always tastes so fucking perfect

And i’m over my head

But you caught me red-handed

And i’m feeling my bones

And i’m feeling my bones

And i’m losing control

When i feel i’m addicted

And i’m feeling my bones

And i’m feeling my bones

Fed up with atmosphere

I blast into the lights

Like tepid water burns

I scream out my reprise

I’m gonna wade into your offence

I will deny everything i’ll do It always tastes so fucking perfect

And i’m over my head

But you caught me red-handed

And i’m feeling my bones

And i’m feeling my bones

And i’m losing control

When i feel i’m addicted

And i’m feeling my bones

And i’m feeling my bones