And ima
Break a bone for the key to the throne cuz ima
Rolling stone
Like my father I've grown
A little
Sick of all of you for talking a tone
So look around at the city all that's left is the bones
Oh look how beautiful
More pharmaceutical
Under my cuticles
Cut up as usual
Oh look how beautiful
Blood lust renewable
Take
What's
Left
But give me my
Bones I've broken for these
Thrones I've chosen all alone
Can't take what you don't own
Can't fake out all these
Dollar bills and pity
What a pretty ugly city
Like
Dollar bills and pity
What a pretty ugly city
Like
Dollar bills and pity
What a thrill to be this sickly
Like
Take
What's
Left
But give me my
Bones
In the cold
All that's left
From the blood and the blows
Lo and behold
At the soul from the ghost
In the road
Mama I'm a wreck
I confess
I'm a little stressed
Voices in my head they manifested
All my deep regrets
Talk about what's next
But I don't wanna seem less
Than grateful
But it's painful
When the drain full
Of the blood and sweat
And ima
Break a bone for the key to the throne cuz ima
Rolling stone
Like my father I've grown
A little
Sick of all of you for talking a tone
So look around at the city all that's left is the bones
Oh look how beautiful
More pharmaceutical
Under my cuticles
Cut up as usual
Oh look how beautiful
Blood lust renewable
Take
What's
Left
But give me my
Bones I've broken for these
Thrones I've chosen all alone
Can't take what you don't own
Can't fake out all these
Dollar bills and pity
What a pretty ugly city
Like
Dollar bills and pity
What a pretty ugly city
Like
Dollar bills and pity
What a thrill to be this sickly
Like
Take
What's
Left
But give me my
Bones
Falling like the beat of a drum
How come I'm numb
To the sun that I pressed to my lungs
Oh what I've done
Where I've run
In the city of bums
I'm feeling better than I've ever felt
But you just said that you were
Numb and loaded
Fitted for my bed side manner
Under motivated
To go fix my mental
All the vodka tonic
Couldn't switch my patterns
Getting hyperbolic
I'm a ghost of a phantom
And ima
Break a bone for the key to the throne cuz ima
Rolling stone
Like my father I've grown
A little
Sick of all of you for talking a tone
So look around at the city all that's left is the bones
Oh look how beautiful
More pharmaceutical
Under my cuticles
Cut up as usual
Oh look how beautiful
Blood lust renewable
Take
What's
Left
But give me my
Bones I've broken for these
Thrones I've chosen all alone
Can't take what you don't own
Can't fake out all these
Dollar bills and pity
What a pretty ugly city
Like
Dollar bills and pity
What a pretty ugly city
Like
Dollar bills and pity
What a thrill to be this sickly
Like
Take
What's
Left
But give me my