Fuck being you i'm me
Fuck being cool i'm Bones
See i'm posted up with my team
Young white punk on dope
Creep in the night, my hoodie up and my hands deep in my pockets
My right griping that switchblade, my mind thinking about nothing
But dying and trying
Real hard to stray from this violence
See, my whole life i've been dreaming, 'bout the night that I don't hear sirens
I got Marvin Gaye on that vinyl, he's spinning 'round while i'm rolling
What's going on? I'm on the repeat, thinking 'bout what my father told me:
Love every second you get, love every night that you sleep
Love every morning you wake, because you may not live another day to see
Writer(s): Grant William Nicholas, Rene Francisco Sotomayor, Etienne Lavonne Clark
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