BONES, Dylan Ross - YouMessWithKurtAndYouGoInTheGrinder lyrics

Bitch, I'm down, bitch, I'm
Down for whatever, ever
Bitch, I'm down, bitch, I'm
Down for whatever, ever
Don't be acting clever
No, don't be acting better
I thought somebody told 'em, bitch
We down for whatever
Heard about you, ain't a damn thing new
Still walk around with a lame ass crew
You and your friends trying hard just
To do shit that we do
I'll show you a thing or two
Sweat it all out just to come to the truth
Die, every blink in my eye just for you
Minutes tick and pass and then
Seconds tick and leave
But no matter what the time
There is nothing in between

Books on the shelf, wood lit
Smoke another bag while the fuckin' moon lit
Say you sleep when you dead but
I'm up when you down
I scheme when you dream, you sound as a pound
Books on the shelf, wood lit
Smoke another bag while the fuckin' moon lit
Smoke another bag while the fuckin' moon lit
Smoke another bag while the fuckin' moon lit

Might be geeking by myself
Might be one deep with my fam
If you 'bout it, if you 'bout it
I'ma show you what I am
I'ma show you what I do
Lie to you like Uncle Sam
Lead you to a secret place where I
Can treat you like a lamb
I just prey on the weak who cry
Out wolf the loudest but they can't
All you are to me is ants
You don't even have the chance
It's that killer that run beneath
The streets I actually am
R O Z's oh arms like Shiva if
You wanted to throw them hands, bitch

All I ever feel is a feeling that
Falls under no description with no end
I think I might've caught a case
A bad, bad case of the bends