Bones - Hi-Fi lyrics

[Verse] I slide by coming at ya in Hi-Fi, WHAT UP Tryna see if you pussies got nine lives, PULL UP Everytime I don’t feast, I fine dine turn ya Corpse to bread, turn ya blood into wine Mr. Disinfectant, heart pumping garbage, still clogging my veins I remember nights of loneliness and day full of pain With the shadows I would battle till I hemorrhage my brain Synthetic blunts had me daze for days I would succumb to my weakness, crazed from the drinking Locked in a world, no control overthinking Weight up on my shoulder, cannot carry it no more Ears on mute and my ears on slow-mo [Chorus] You wouldn’t f** with the one they call You wouldn’t f** with the one they call Bones, the guy with the microphone Straight out the 517 zone You wouldn’t f** with the one they call You wouldn’t f** with the one they call Bones, the guy with the microphone Straight out the 517 zone [Interlude] You want me to keep going? Alright [Outro] So I was chilling on the corner, and what else? I was rolling up a blunt, and what else? Said I was chilling on the corner, and what else? Said I was rolling up a blunt, and what else? Bones, the guy with the microphone