Jansport

Aye, gotta get on up and get my, get my shit together
I gotta make this work
We only got so many minutes, we only got so many hours
And I'm tryna spend my last second with you, know what that mean
No more late night phone call, talking on the phone
In the night, to your right side, like I missed you
Step beside me, you whisper lightly, "I'm never leaving you"
Words can't assure me, 'cause she was never tell the truth

Drugs in my backpack, this beat, it gives me flashbacks
Weapon on my waistline, run it like a halfback
So much ice, they call me hat-trick, the blade, it do a backflip
Penthouse skeleton, addicted to living lavish

Dope to the neck, skull on my chest
Bitches ask for Bones, so these bitches there for sesh
Dope to the neck, skull on my chest
Bitches ask for Bones, so these bitches there for sesh

If it was never about the money, then why you switch your tone?
If it was never about forgiveness, I'm tryna right your wrongs
I put them on mute like the TV when I'm tryna sleep
It's funny the dead boys, the one these bitches dying to meet (yeah, yeah)

Sitting back and looking at my life, I feel astonished
I can't believe I did it, but I can't believe I got it
My necklace like a comet, I take weeks to overcome it
Every day in any way, you gotta take it if you want it

Bitch, you're getting on my ass now, bye, bye, bye
Pressing me on purpose, tell me bye, bye, bye
Tryna hold onto something on my life, life, life
This ain't no movie, so there's no happy ending

Drugs in my backpack, this beat, it gives me flashbacks
Weapon on my waistline, run it like a halfback
So much ice, they call me hat-trick, the blade it do a backflip
Penthouse skeleton, addicted to living lavish

Dope to the neck, skull on my chest
Bitches ask for Bones, so these bitches there for sesh
Dope to the neck, skull on my chest
Bitches ask for Bones, so these bitches there for sesh



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Writer(s): Bones
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