Lyrics PerpetualMotion - Bones , grayera

For the dope, make 'em bleed, blood spilled like oil
She just wanna spark it, turn it up like volume
Put you on trial to come with no lawyers
Teen witch mixed the cauldron, let it boil

This bitch tried to play me, I applaud you
This Swiss wrist perpetual with the motion
Tick, tick, bitch, my weapon is sick of waiting
His life wasn't shit, but his death was amazing

Christmas list this year, I need patience
Long as you hurting, my time was never wasted
517 on the grave where I'm resting
.357 turn this bitch into a western

Two-faced fakes tryna play like a jester
Two .50 cals that I'm holdin' like investments
Should have worn a vest, can't step when you blacklist
Blood on my chains, red rocks on my necklace

You think there's a god that's protecting us
If that's true, then why my woods never fresh enough, huh?
(If that's true, then why my woods never fresh enough?)

Bitch, back to the mode, I know
Somewhere in my zone with the world on pause
You wanna stay, bitch you gotta go (go)
Logging out of life, 'fore the blunts get rolled

Never running out of ice, I'm indefinitely froze
Cryogenic every piece, deep sea how I glow
I could recollect the scene but you'll never ever know
How it feels in the snow, tryna get it on your own

4:00 a.m. nights, 5:00 a.m. flights
I treat myself bad
But the dope treat me nice (yeah)