Sahtyre - Skeletons lyrics

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 it's 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
It's 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