"TimeUnderTension" lyrics

I'm doing mental jumping jacks until failure unlike the mayor in my town
Without BONES you woulda never heard of Howell
But motherfuck the past, I'm focused on right now
Cause shut my eyes and tell you when you die, who, what, where and how
It's the reaper's son-in-law, intentional with the fouls
Went from Th@ Kid to BONES and it burned the game down
I was busy getting my sound right, hope you do a sound bite
Respect, I'm making millions, but we know just who you sound like

I was bumping off that Richter Scale
It scared my mental and was broke
I was picked by the reaper, bitch
This life it wasn't chose
Bitch it chose me, chose up
Bentley or the Rolls truck ,motherfuck a Rover
I pull up in the, pull up in the
Yeah, yeah, yeah, black hearse, make em hurt
BONES throwing up the 517 desert dirt
Nextel on me, chirp
"What's popping, who got a problem?"
I was broke we made it work
Crowbar for the guala

I put my blunt down like "baby, I'll be right back"
I put my foot down like "yes, bitch, it's like that"
I put my blunt down like "baby, I'll be right back"
I put my foot down like "yes, bitch, it's like that"