Текст песни ExecutivePenthouseSuit - BONES

Fallin' off, I'll never know, speak up and you'll never know
Foreign car, a lot, I know, slowly dyin' in my schedule

Mason jars for my vegetable, LLC for my revenue
Wear it hard, now my wrist, it blind me when I'm lookin' at it
It's that Livingston County pimp, I'm addicted to rockin' ice
Mentally, I'm in hell, but in real life, I'm feelin' alright
Really there ain't no cure for the blues, so give me that light
SESH up on my shoes, my mood's got to be right (yeah)

I pour a cup and I roll one up (yeah), I'm feelin' so low, low
I'm feelin' sicker than ever before, I gotta go, go, go
I'm feelin' so low, low, I gotta go, go, go

Say that the bad times always come when you least, least expect it
(When you least, least, expect it)
Diamonds on my neck and on my wrist, it's gettin' hectic

Fallin' off, I'll never know, speak up and you'll never know
Foreign car, a lot, I know, slowly dyin' in my schedule