I know i ain’t perfect, i’m out here working for the throne
I'm looking down on you fakes whilst on my throne throwin yous a bone.
And firm his beliefs... his heart made of stone
My best friend just leave me and he was my back bone
Gets older, bolder, and cold cause he's left alone
Chicken bone, not a phone, chicken bone, not a phone
But my squad like the 72' dolphins
Seeps into my bone marrow and sharpens
And one bitch who bad to the bone
Know i just call it head phone
Inhibitions is gone, she just want to be known
Upholstered with dead remnants of muscle and bone
My name is nick nack pattie wack give a dog a bone
You better get her, i'm totally into my zone
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