Blood from a Stone (feat. Breathing in Dust)
Chew me down, chew me down, right to the bone
Maneater in Manhattan, there's no way home
She won't catch me smilin', put a mask on my tone
Shit so fake, she plastic, came with styrofoam
Yeah, I think it's time to be overthrown
Heard about me, they yellin', "who?" like it's OVO (who? -It's OVO)
I'm glad, I'm glad that you want to know
Throw away castaway-ed stones, cause your death is known
(Death is known, known, no)
Blood from a stone
With the marrow from my bones
And a cut in my throat
In my sorrow, I'm alone, whoa
Blood, bones, and throats with a broken shape
Tattooed my brain with your hate and your broken face
Left me with your cancer like a gamma wave
Fool, I'm a tool, for your rule, I will opiate
Hey, I guess that all y'all are the same
Got me playin', "Go Bitch," loves a fucking card game
Hey, I got some words here for the Dames
When all's said and done
You'll know my fucking name
Blood from a stone
With the marrow in my bones
And a cut in my throat
In my sorrow, I'm alone
Don't even ask, how much more shit I can take?
Pissing all our love away, 'cause you're so goddamn fake
Don't even ask, how much more shit I can take?
Pissing all our love away, 'cause you're so goddamn fake
(D-d) don't even ask, how much more shit I can take?
Pissing all our love away, 'cause you're so goddamn fake
(D-d) don't even ask, how much more shit I can take?
Pissing all our love away, 'cause you're so goddamn fake
Don't even-, don't even-, (don't even-)
Don't even-, don't even-, (don't even-)
Don't even-, don't even-, (don't even-)
Yeah, I think it's time to be overthrown
Don't even-, don't even-, (don't even-)
I'm glad, I'm glad that you wanna know
Don't even-, don't even-, (don't even-)
Ohh-oh-oh
(Blood from a stone, with the-)
Marrow from my bones
And a cut in my throat (in my throat)
In my sorrow, I'm alone, (in my sorrow, I'm alone, whoa)
(D-d) don't even ask, how much more shit I can take?
Pissing all our love away, 'cause you're so goddamn fake (so alone)
(D-d) don't even ask, how much more shit I can take?
Pissing all our love away, 'cause you're so goddamn fake
(D-d) don't even ask, how much more shit I can take?
Pissing all our love away, 'cause you're so goddamn fake
(D-d) don't even ask, how much more shit I can take?
Pissing all our love away, 'cause you're so goddamn fake
Maneater in Manhattan, there's no way home
She won't catch me smilin', put a mask on my tone
Shit so fake, she plastic, came with styrofoam
Yeah, I think it's time to be overthrown
Heard about me, they yellin', "who?" like it's OVO (who? -It's OVO)
I'm glad, I'm glad that you want to know
Throw away castaway-ed stones, cause your death is known
(Death is known, known, no)
Blood from a stone
With the marrow from my bones
And a cut in my throat
In my sorrow, I'm alone, whoa
Blood, bones, and throats with a broken shape
Tattooed my brain with your hate and your broken face
Left me with your cancer like a gamma wave
Fool, I'm a tool, for your rule, I will opiate
Hey, I guess that all y'all are the same
Got me playin', "Go Bitch," loves a fucking card game
Hey, I got some words here for the Dames
When all's said and done
You'll know my fucking name
Blood from a stone
With the marrow in my bones
And a cut in my throat
In my sorrow, I'm alone
Don't even ask, how much more shit I can take?
Pissing all our love away, 'cause you're so goddamn fake
Don't even ask, how much more shit I can take?
Pissing all our love away, 'cause you're so goddamn fake
(D-d) don't even ask, how much more shit I can take?
Pissing all our love away, 'cause you're so goddamn fake
(D-d) don't even ask, how much more shit I can take?
Pissing all our love away, 'cause you're so goddamn fake
Don't even-, don't even-, (don't even-)
Don't even-, don't even-, (don't even-)
Don't even-, don't even-, (don't even-)
Yeah, I think it's time to be overthrown
Don't even-, don't even-, (don't even-)
I'm glad, I'm glad that you wanna know
Don't even-, don't even-, (don't even-)
Ohh-oh-oh
(Blood from a stone, with the-)
Marrow from my bones
And a cut in my throat (in my throat)
In my sorrow, I'm alone, (in my sorrow, I'm alone, whoa)
(D-d) don't even ask, how much more shit I can take?
Pissing all our love away, 'cause you're so goddamn fake (so alone)
(D-d) don't even ask, how much more shit I can take?
Pissing all our love away, 'cause you're so goddamn fake
(D-d) don't even ask, how much more shit I can take?
Pissing all our love away, 'cause you're so goddamn fake
(D-d) don't even ask, how much more shit I can take?
Pissing all our love away, 'cause you're so goddamn fake
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