bones back with the shit that the world love to judge smoke while i strut through the mud say what you want still i done what i does breath of fresh air i m a gift to your lungs fuck what you say it ain t true night to the day we ain t you don t need to impress you don t need to out dress you just need to outlive you so i m eating better died a hundred times now i m back once more the graveyard shake and the moon get low the time get slow and the blunts never go unlike you when your 15 seconds over i m contract sober you deadline smoking locked in a deal now you on the shelf molding thought this a brand bentley rent s poking now you down bad knees locked up and they folded please step away this is just what i do now get the fuck round me if i don t know you now please step away this is just what i do now still in the yard that be lined with them tombs now18