Skeletons - Sahtyre

Skeletons in my closet, elephants in the room, blood dripping up out the faucet

Common sense say fuck it there’s no cents in my pocket that’s nonsense,

I’ll probably just squander it once I got it

But hell yeah she on it, hell she want it, hell yeah she bad, so bad I call it

demonic

The proud young product of smokers and alcoholics but they don’t even hear us

cause they know nothing about it

Bitch I think I’m superman, slip myself a mickey I mix a mickey with Rufilin

If I kick the bucket its probably the one I’m puking in, trade you all my

riches to never tell me the truth again

Wish I was close minded, opportunity knocking I open and close-lined it

I do my own thing, need no one to cosign it, she give me good brain I promise I

don’t mind it

Roses are red, vaginas are violet, when I kill it kill it kill it til she

yellin' stop the violence

While all the other bitches look at me like I’m Adonis, but I tell her that I

love her and she frightened cause I’m honest

Skeletons in my closet, elephants in the room, blood dripping up out the faucet

Common sense say fuck it there’s no cents in my pocket that’s nonsense,

I’ll probably just squander it once I got it

But hell yeah she on it, hell she want it, hell yeah she bad, so bad I call it

demonic

The proud young product of smokers and alcoholics but they don’t even hear us

cause they know nothing about it

That’s why she throw me that bush while these niggas beatin' around it,

my niggas smokin' that kush while these niggas speaking about it

Brain clouded, spaced out but I stay grounded, its strange when you surrounded

by faces that used to doubt it

And places you never thought of with bitches that’s wearing na-da and picturing

her instead and be mad at them when they not her

Even though when I’m back she be sweating me like a sauna, til she open them

legs and I turn into Jeff Dahmer

Twist the marijuana, let her do the honors, then I kill it kill it kill it til

she yellin' stop the violence

And I swear the way she screaming out my name is so melodic that I tell her

that I love her and she crying cause I’m honest

Skeletons in my closet, elephants in the room, blood dripping up out the faucet

Common sense say fuck it there’s no cents in my pocket that’s nonsense,

I’ll probably just squander it once I got it

But hell yeah she on it, hell she want it, hell yeah she bad, so bad I call it

demonic

The proud young product of smokers and alcoholics but they don’t even hear us

cause they know nothing about it