Bones - Sanctuary (Prod By LA CRISE)

Blade on my waist Blunt to the face and I’m up in this thang Drugs in my veins, your bitch is so lame Remember her throat, don’t remember her name Creep in the night, hear my knife from the flip Taking your life then I’m taking your bitch Feeding her drugs and watching her die Kiss on her lips then I’m shutting her eyes If she with Bones, she ain’t leaving alive Truthfully die, she was living a lie Hated her folks, love of the drugs Hated true love, she just loves to fuck Love just to gut, love just to roll Hated just to talk so she always moans Riding all alone and I wish that I was home Wishing that I didn’t go down this road The day that I die, hope my mama don’t cry Hope she realized it was just my time Nobody ever ready to bury their own child But I’m dead already so I’m good for awhile Young white punk, dead girls rolling blunts Blood on the Backwood, roll ’til she numb Cuts on her wrists, teardrops