Bones – Caeyjone Lyrics

Young Jeff Hardy, Swanton Bombing
Im comin down like Owen Hart but I aint fucking fallin
Id rather fall in style, but you may call it fly
But I dont like to use these words other people like
Id rather that you hate me, your girl she want to rape me
She say that Im the best but I aint really into labels
Voted in school number one most hated
Voted in life most likely to fuckin make it so I made it bitch
Now take it, dont fake it, I know you fuckin like it18 livin life how I motherfuckin wanna
Yall sittin at your moms wishing you could get out
Cant relate, left the house when I turned 16, fuck you talkin bout
Fresh up out the slaughterhouse, fire-young dragon mouth
Jean jacket, shredded pants, Casey Jones in the house
The heat in the drought, the breeze in the night
The weed in the blunt and the flame to make it light
Breakin these necks and Im gettin respect
Cuttin these bitches like cuttin these checks
And Im fuckin these beats like Im fuckin my bitch
And Im fuckin my bitch like Im bustin my clip
Like Bang, bang and reload it, I cock back then I shoot it? till I O.
D or some shit real stupid
Its like these females think Im Cupid, they always actin goofy
Bitch I dont fuckin like you therefore I dont want to do it
Ho I pull up in that Prowler, blunt lit loud up
In the backseat, rollin bos up, my graveyard too piled up
They tell me stop smokin, but I dont give a fuck
Throw a middle finger up, fuck you and your fuckin God
Bitch I pray to myself, I am the most highest
These rappers they say they smokin but we know they fucking lying
They just trying to appeal to the kids, well bitch I am one
Hot Sauce flow, breakin ankles like And-1Kidnap the beat, leave a note for ransom
Young Heartbreak Kid, bitch your mom think Im handsome