Lyrics PalmDrive - Bones

SESH
Palm drive
Dirt patch
Sippin' slow
Smokin' fast
Rockin' chains
Flickin' ash
Sparkin' flames
Kick it back
Monogram
Like dapper dan
SESH on my jacket and pants
I heard you blew your advance
No, I cannot lend a hand
Garbage cans
Garbage mans
Livin' in a garbage land
Treat the Earth like shit
Then get confused
When it dont like us back
Fade to black
Queue the credits
Pull my blade out
Then direct it
Produce what I go through
Ain't no cut bitch
All I know is action
Grand west shit
3 a.m. stumblin' to the crib
Zoned up, now walkin' through the mist
To the park where I let my mind rest
See the rest, see if there's a contest
I'm creepin', there's nothin' I don't stress
That's why it's clear Bones the best
Too much of that weed and nothing less
What
Inhale, exhale, down on my luck
Twenty five lighters on the dresser
Now I'm caught in a rut
My limbs feel numb, no I can't get up
You can go on without me
No need to wait up