Lyrics:
sins away on Sunday morning
6 foot box
6 feet down
My skin rots
My skull drowns
In Sour blood
cnd Foul thoughts
The Deeper I sink
The key is turned
issues
Selling skin and bones with big boobs
I know Victoria's secret
She was made up by a dude (dude)
Victoria was made up by a dude (dude)
Victoria was
Shackled by my sentence
Expecting no return
Here there is no penance
My skin begins to burn
(And I said oh) so I held my head up high
Hiding hate that
Shackled by my sentence
Expecting no return
Here there is no penance
My skin begins to burn
(And I said oh) so I held my head up high
Hiding hate that
just my name
Well, I’ll be sleeping through church Sunday, Sunday
I’ll be sleeping through church Sunday
No, I just can’t stay awake through anything
a jive
Asphyxiated by the skin it bears
It's a sad state of evolutionary affairs
When an organism buckles from too much of what it's meant to be
So cut
am, in my flesh; bare bones and all, bare bones and all
I took a year or two, just to breathe in my own scars
I saw them settle on my skin like
Proof!!!
Good times deep fried in the batter of the south.
Skinny dippin, mud rippin, by the river's what I'm about.
c front pew, by you, on Sunday
our time
After midnight, dead men rise
I'm so tired of
Living in a prison made of skin and bone
That I'm trying to break out of
I'm so tired of living
cappuccino, mocha, or a caramel queen
Rejected by the black, not accepted by the white world
And this is dedicated to the dark skin white girls
Whether
Sunday morning, my Rebbecca sleeping in with me again
There's a kid outside the church kicking a can
When the cedar branches twist she turns her
to skin and to skin and to bone and to structure to livid and pallid and turgid and structured and structured and structured and structured and structured
As the queen is
Fat she is devoured by rats there is one way to skin a cat or poison a
Rat it is hetero four
Hear to three forthirightly stated.
Relent
could feel the pain right thru my bones
Wait by my phone
I was on my own
Shorty had me in the dark, parked
Looking for a spark
Pushing every button 'cept
Hours go by I feel fatigue and my bones start to ache
We in a league of our own
Those that make it this far
Don't know how to stop
Better check the brakes
wagon
Step out, jeans sagging, crew laughing
Getting blazed by the fiend for ten bones a piece
Nothing but the dog in me needing to be released
This
To the sun that touches your skin
On a Sunday afternoon
I'm jealous
I said, you got me jealous of everything
Everything that gets to know to you (baby)
a lil dose of this
Don't try
You can't get close to this
Don't Bark like
You gotta bone to pick
I'll be having them
Having your what?
Its a Sunday
So
Have mercy on this body, trying hard to give it up
And let go, let go, let go
Won't you let go, let go, let go
Of my skin and bones
I didn’t know,
Lay the fibers side by side
And you'll begin to understand
I know it's over
I was born a choker
Nobody's comin' for me
Comin' for me
Mm-mm (I
R3 loves you
If I switch up on you, you gon' come up and get ready
Bones are twitching, skin is itching, bitch my feeling's feeling heavy
Dream I'm
bone, I'll die alone, but not for you
My eyes don't need to see that ugly thing, I know it's me you fear
If you want me hold me back
Frail, the skin
skin and bones
Ooh ooh ooh
Ooh ooh ooh
Ooh ooh ooh ooh
Fading away
Memories tend to disappear
Days pass by and it's not that easy
Waiting again
For
tone
I can't see past skin and bone
Wake up next day all alone
Repeat process, great unknown
Great unknown, check my phone
Two missed calls from a friend
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