"PerpetualMotion" lyrics
BONES & grayera Lyrics
For the dope, make 'em bleed, blood spill like oil
She just wanna smoke and turn it up like volume
Put you on trial, the count with no lawyers
TeenWitch 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 holding like investments
Shoulda wore 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
Logging outta life while the blunts get rolled
Never running outta 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 AM nights, 5 AM flights
I treat myself bad but the dope treat me nice (yeah)
She just wanna smoke and turn it up like volume
Put you on trial, the count with no lawyers
TeenWitch 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 holding like investments
Shoulda wore 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
Logging outta life while the blunts get rolled
Never running outta 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 AM nights, 5 AM flights
I treat myself bad but the dope treat me nice (yeah)
