TimeshareCondominium - BONES

Steppin' out the crib like it’s 1986

T-top Trans Am, ridin' with your bitch

Take her to the point, drive her back off in the morning

Just a young fuckin' stud, flick my hair then I’m rollin'

I got drugs if you want to feel the high

Backwoods if you want to catch the sky

Perfect mowed lawns, architecture, no flaws

Just a calm, safe neighborhood, tucked behind the mall

Parents go to work, probably think that I’m at school

But the music’s got into me and it took away my soul

I just want to rock, headbanging to the 'knot

Bitch I Bawitdaba, never callin' it off

Never fallin' at all, never worry 'bout a thing

Everything is just peaches, I’m smokin' in the breeze

Sittin' in the shade underneath the weepin' willow

Blunt guts on the grass, unravelling cigarillos

And I think

Now this is really nice

Breathin' in the dope, watch the clouds roll by

This can’t be real life

Everything’s a dream, I don’t need to shut my eyes

Now this is really nice

Drugs on fire, cold water on ice

This can’t be real life

Look me in my eyes, tell me that you’ll stay tonight