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