Bugzy Malone - Skeletons lyrics
Bugzy Malone [Aaron Davies]
[Bugzy Malone - Skeletons lyrics]
Ayy, Blinks
I told you about the chain already
It's just heavy uh, okays
Alrights, Bugz look
I'm fuckin' with Alizé Bleu again
And now my ego is tellin' me
It's me against you again
I had a right hand man and then
I kinda lost two of them
Killers, knew a few of them
Uh, some incarcerated and some
Are sittin' at home livin' with ghosts
I could have got the Phantom but I
Wanted two doors 'cause I prefer solo
I knew a couple maniacs that put
It in my hand and told me run up and shoot
But I hit the goalposts
That's on my mother's
I'd be lyin' if I told 'em
That I didn't come close
That's the last time I ever
Called a jail cell home
I'm looking at a couplе acres
Three to be precisе
Used to have to use my sleeve to
Get the claret off my knife
Trackies and some Nikes, runnin' for my life
Cah you know it's that time when
You see them blue lights
Stumbling through nettles, stung head to toe
Fuck it
Get a cold bath the minute I get home
Them times I had an older
Bitch livin' on her own
And she taught me me how to build blue slims
Flip mode taught me how to get high
And let go of control
And that's the same year Risky got killed
I didn't know him that well but guns don't
Respect no one and bullets leave holes
God rest his soul
Hollow tips will make a man's body turn cold
Man are using man bags to carry their weed
But we wouldn't bring a pouch unless
There was a snub nose
We're gettin' lost in my younger days
That's 'cause I'm fucking with that Alizé
And I'm a made man now but I was
A recruit like Leonardo was to McConaughey
Fuck a psychiatrist, fuck therapy
That's how we live when you
Come from skeleton city
When it gets dark I just
Bring them skeletons with me
And the bottles done like I'm
Irish and it's Guinness
Stood starin' at the statue of ecstasy
I got it with a matte black finish
I had the 23's imported from Germany
If you haven't noticed the
Double R's not spinnin'
Yeah, I thought I was the only
One who'd look cold blacked out
But when the grim reaper walked up to my
Hospital bed and pulled off the covers
I was layin' there grinnin' (Woo)
It's only a resurrection when
A real one's risen come a long way from her
Majesty's prison and I
Like it better when the lyrics not written
Ayy what you sayin, Blinkie, I can
Talk for a minute, yeah?
Okay
Let me just hold tight my mum on this one
Cah I've said some shit on this album
I hope it doesn't upset you
You're a real queen
And I remember you sittin' in
That interview room and the
Police was tellin' me I was
Looking at attempted murder
And you hidden my phone in your bra
Allegedly i fucking love you forever
That's a real queen king of the North
The 61 'til there's no one left huh?
Only the real understand the Resurrection
Constantly workin' on my imperfections
It's Bugzy Malone dun know, ah
I told you about the chain already
It's just heavy uh, okays
Alrights, Bugz look
I'm fuckin' with Alizé Bleu again
And now my ego is tellin' me
It's me against you again
I had a right hand man and then
I kinda lost two of them
Killers, knew a few of them
Uh, some incarcerated and some
Are sittin' at home livin' with ghosts
I could have got the Phantom but I
Wanted two doors 'cause I prefer solo
I knew a couple maniacs that put
It in my hand and told me run up and shoot
But I hit the goalposts
That's on my mother's
I'd be lyin' if I told 'em
That I didn't come close
That's the last time I ever
Called a jail cell home
I'm looking at a couplе acres
Three to be precisе
Used to have to use my sleeve to
Get the claret off my knife
Trackies and some Nikes, runnin' for my life
Cah you know it's that time when
You see them blue lights
Stumbling through nettles, stung head to toe
Fuck it
Get a cold bath the minute I get home
Them times I had an older
Bitch livin' on her own
And she taught me me how to build blue slims
Flip mode taught me how to get high
And let go of control
And that's the same year Risky got killed
I didn't know him that well but guns don't
Respect no one and bullets leave holes
God rest his soul
Hollow tips will make a man's body turn cold
Man are using man bags to carry their weed
But we wouldn't bring a pouch unless
There was a snub nose
We're gettin' lost in my younger days
That's 'cause I'm fucking with that Alizé
And I'm a made man now but I was
A recruit like Leonardo was to McConaughey
Fuck a psychiatrist, fuck therapy
That's how we live when you
Come from skeleton city
When it gets dark I just
Bring them skeletons with me
And the bottles done like I'm
Irish and it's Guinness
Stood starin' at the statue of ecstasy
I got it with a matte black finish
I had the 23's imported from Germany
If you haven't noticed the
Double R's not spinnin'
Yeah, I thought I was the only
One who'd look cold blacked out
But when the grim reaper walked up to my
Hospital bed and pulled off the covers
I was layin' there grinnin' (Woo)
It's only a resurrection when
A real one's risen come a long way from her
Majesty's prison and I
Like it better when the lyrics not written
Ayy what you sayin, Blinkie, I can
Talk for a minute, yeah?
Okay
Let me just hold tight my mum on this one
Cah I've said some shit on this album
I hope it doesn't upset you
You're a real queen
And I remember you sittin' in
That interview room and the
Police was tellin' me I was
Looking at attempted murder
And you hidden my phone in your bra
Allegedly i fucking love you forever
That's a real queen king of the North
The 61 'til there's no one left huh?
Only the real understand the Resurrection
Constantly workin' on my imperfections
It's Bugzy Malone dun know, ah