Forgive me father please
For what I'm bout to do to these
Motherf*ckers on my block
Make em squat when I squeeze
On the semi-automatic
Blood splatter on the trees
Leonardo Da Vinci
Like my father before me
Ima shooter
Do what I must for the moolah
Eat the heart of a cougar
I probably shoulda died sooner.. sooner
But I can't die yet
Oooh
The cold is all I've ever known
Oooh
Were a million miles from our home
Oooh
Baby your feeding on my soul
Oooh
I can feel it in my bones
This ain't for the faint of heart and the truth
Only the brave could walk in my shoes
'Cause I had to slay a shark in a suit
Just to attain the dollars accrued
Could never erase impoverished roots
How many ways do I gotta prove
That It's only flames when I'm in the booth
Like I met with Satan and made a truce
Astaghfirullah
Aim for the head when I'm buckin' a shot
You ain't runnin' the block, you runnin' your mouth
You runnin' the tops, runnin' a lot
Only to time that I ran is runnin from cops
Like when I bust in a thot, the work is heavy it come in a box
Double up, then I triple that shit cuz I'm petty
One of one, milli in the scope I aim steady
Son of gun, he died in the pen so I stay ready
And I can feel it inside
Inside my bones
I can feel it inside my bones
There's something off about the throne
We're a long long way from home
Inside my bones
I can feel it inside my bones
The city's hot but it's so cold
And my thoughts are full of ghosts
Once upon a time in the ghetto
I made 100 racks then I dipped out that bitch man
And I'm feelin' kinda sentimental
So I might run it back just to hit another lick
We was shooting movies with a rental
Then tryna scoop tingz on the strip
In a mini van it ain't coinci-mother-f*cking-dental
That now I hold the slips to that whip, ownership Man
Double up, then I triple that shit cuz I'm petty
One of one, milli in the scope I aim steady
Son of gun, he died in the pen so I stay ready
And I can feel it inside
Inside my bones
I can feel it inside my bones
There's something off about the throne
We're a long long way from home
Inside my bones
I can feel it inside my bones
The city's hot but it's so cold
My thoughts a full of ghosts
Leo Keystone - Bones Lyrics
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English
Forgive me father please
For what I'm bout to do to these
Motherf*ckers on my block
Make em squat when I squeeze
On the semi-automatic
Blood splatter on the trees
Leonardo Da Vinci
Like my father before me
Ima shooter
Do what I must for the moolah
Eat the heart of a cougar
I probably shoulda died sooner.. sooner
But I can't die yet
Oooh
The cold is all I've ever known
Oooh
Were a million miles from our home
Oooh
Baby your feeding on my soul
Oooh
I can feel it in my bones
This ain't for the faint of heart and the truth
Only the brave could walk in my shoes
'Cause I had to slay a shark in a suit
Just to attain the dollars accrued
Could never erase impoverished roots
How many ways do I gotta prove
That It's only flames when I'm in the booth
Like I met with Satan and made a truce
Astaghfirullah
Aim for the head when I'm buckin' a shot
You ain't runnin' the block, you runnin' your mouth
You runnin' the tops, runnin' a lot
Only to time that I ran is runnin from cops
Like when I bust in a thot, the work is heavy it come in a box
Double up, then I triple that shit cuz I'm petty
One of one, milli in the scope I aim steady
Son of gun, he died in the pen so I stay ready
And I can feel it inside
Inside my bones
I can feel it inside my bones
There's something off about the throne
We're a long long way from home
Inside my bones
I can feel it inside my bones
The city's hot but it's so cold
And my thoughts are full of ghosts
Once upon a time in the ghetto
I made 100 racks then I dipped out that bitch man
And I'm feelin' kinda sentimental
So I might run it back just to hit another lick
We was shooting movies with a rental
Then tryna scoop tingz on the strip
In a mini van it ain't coinci-mother-f*cking-dental
That now I hold the slips to that whip, ownership Man
Double up, then I triple that shit cuz I'm petty
One of one, milli in the scope I aim steady
Son of gun, he died in the pen so I stay ready
And I can feel it inside
Inside my bones
I can feel it inside my bones
There's something off about the throne
We're a long long way from home
Inside my bones
I can feel it inside my bones
The city's hot but it's so cold
My thoughts a full of ghosts
For what I'm bout to do to these
Motherf*ckers on my block
Make em squat when I squeeze
On the semi-automatic
Blood splatter on the trees
Leonardo Da Vinci
Like my father before me
Ima shooter
Do what I must for the moolah
Eat the heart of a cougar
I probably shoulda died sooner.. sooner
But I can't die yet
Oooh
The cold is all I've ever known
Oooh
Were a million miles from our home
Oooh
Baby your feeding on my soul
Oooh
I can feel it in my bones
This ain't for the faint of heart and the truth
Only the brave could walk in my shoes
'Cause I had to slay a shark in a suit
Just to attain the dollars accrued
Could never erase impoverished roots
How many ways do I gotta prove
That It's only flames when I'm in the booth
Like I met with Satan and made a truce
Astaghfirullah
Aim for the head when I'm buckin' a shot
You ain't runnin' the block, you runnin' your mouth
You runnin' the tops, runnin' a lot
Only to time that I ran is runnin from cops
Like when I bust in a thot, the work is heavy it come in a box
Double up, then I triple that shit cuz I'm petty
One of one, milli in the scope I aim steady
Son of gun, he died in the pen so I stay ready
And I can feel it inside
Inside my bones
I can feel it inside my bones
There's something off about the throne
We're a long long way from home
Inside my bones
I can feel it inside my bones
The city's hot but it's so cold
And my thoughts are full of ghosts
Once upon a time in the ghetto
I made 100 racks then I dipped out that bitch man
And I'm feelin' kinda sentimental
So I might run it back just to hit another lick
We was shooting movies with a rental
Then tryna scoop tingz on the strip
In a mini van it ain't coinci-mother-f*cking-dental
That now I hold the slips to that whip, ownership Man
Double up, then I triple that shit cuz I'm petty
One of one, milli in the scope I aim steady
Son of gun, he died in the pen so I stay ready
And I can feel it inside
Inside my bones
I can feel it inside my bones
There's something off about the throne
We're a long long way from home
Inside my bones
I can feel it inside my bones
The city's hot but it's so cold
My thoughts a full of ghosts
Writer: Dayne Hunt
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