Lyrics:
like a buffet open up the floodgates
Nice light skin make you glisten in the sun
Cutting by the bread aisle 'cause you got a lot of buns
Yellow bone
and your skin tone
Five minutes alone I'm already on the bone
Plus I love the fact you got a mind of your own
No need to shop around you got the good
He puts the rhythm in your feet
Strollin' by the churchyard
List'nin' to the Sunday choir
With voices rising to the heavens
Like sirens screaming
Profound
Profound
Profound
Profound
Immortal to the bone and I'm profound
Black skin be the most wanted
But only by the cops with no warrants
They
Profound
Profound
Profound
Profound
Immortal to the bone and I'm profound
Black skin be the most wanted
But only by the cops with no warrants
They
Lighter than a feather
Compared to the meat on my bones
You should know way better
Than to cross me in my road
Mine
Away
Turn back
Your skin's
Friday, Saturday shorty always clubbing
Every Sunday morning then she go and (praise the lord)
Skin tight she got everything showing (praise
Separating thought won't allow my conscious ill
Burning though my skin, shattered bones I don't feel
(Burning through my skin, shattered bones I don't feel)
have lived
And the dust, it settles on these things
Displays my age again
Like a new skin made from old skin
That had barely been lifted
I
skin
Feels like I'm impaled by a thousand razors
Blood is pouring out
I scream and shout
Asking my body for mercy
Bone impalement
Bone impalement
It's
This place I know
It feels old
Like it's pushed between my bones
Getting on
Saturday morning escapes
And I'm bruised by Monday
In the driving rain
And the big one's coming in
Work, work, work, work
Work till holes are filled
Work, work, work, work
Bags of bone and skin
Lovers hold hands
Tossing
and bones to acid
We pushing the pedals, numbers are flashing
Yo, the numbers keep flashing
Brothers rule confuse control the masses
Skin into metal
Stone by stone, bone by bone, we build to feel
Song unsung, torn, undone by tides too high
Counting my breaths, I'll give back whatever’s left
the sky
How much smoke I gotta blow to move
The clouds to see your side
How many nights I gotta pray
How many Sunday's I gotta go
How many joints, how many
Keli block
Now I can hit it from the evening to Sunday
Pull up on you with the pipe you swinging my way
When I grab you by the waist and hit Monday
of my sweatshirt
Bone 2 the bone 2 the bad 2 the bad 2 the bone
Hit bound from the Mo-town allen
Fuck a 40 I drink it by the gallon
I started out
on the corner wall but
Flesh and bones, they will pay her loans
Her skin's hanging onto thin straps trapping dollar bills of quick cash
Mad dash for the fat
distracted by the skin of that guy
Fix your eyes on the One in the sky
Fix your eyes on the One in the sky
If you want 20-20 vision in this time
Fix your eyes
Take my eyes, the things I've seen
In this world coming to an end
My reflection fades, I'm weary
Of these earthly bones and skin
You may pass
not lost
And when I meet my maker, I know he's gonna smile at me
And I'll make it to heaven by the skin of my teeth
My grandma told me "Boy, you better
in on body issues
Sellin' 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
within my core
A Prison of Flesh and Bone
A Prison of Flesh and Bone
A jail and not a home
A Prison of Flesh and Bone
Bound tightly in sheets of skin
I
wife, spare my life
No, it's your corpse I must have, and yours alone
Skin and bone and all, skin and bone
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
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