You just a play type of baby. And I ain't got no use for you. Glamour girl, glamour girl I find you'll never do. Now the fastest train that's leavin Is much to slow for me. Glamour girl, glamour girl. I'm cutting out on you Seven days you play the races.

Fill my lungs up, pour my heart out, peel my bones away And I found peace, and I found peace Grab my window, shed my shadow, excavate my pain Hold me up into the light and study every part of me I'm an open book, no, I don't mind, but sometimes I'm hard

We grow, grow, older still Steady as the stars in the woods So happy-hearted And the warmth rang true inside these bones Hot sand on toes, cold sand in sleeping bags As the old pine fell we sang Just to bless the morning We grow, grow, happy as a new dawn

Skin and bones I'm just skin and bones Don't you know? Watch me spin Lately I've been measuring Seems my time is growing thin Wind me up and watch me spin All worn out and nothing fits

Ah, found the piece, the missing part Found the hands to heal these broken Bones, you're the key my heart It's beating loud so everybody knows Be the light that you are Shine like fire in my heart Hold me tight in the dark Oh my God, I can feel it I can

C'mon get rhythm, when you get the blues Get rhythm, when you get the blues. Get rhythm, when you get the blues Hey, get rhythm when you get the blues Get a rock 'n roll feeling in your bones Put taps on your toes and get goin' Little shoeshine boy never

I’m finna pull up right on ‘em Your ho wanna fuck, I don’t want her Popped a perc and I’m geeked in Aroma You rented it, I’m the owner Took your ho cause she gave me a boner Look at my dab persona In the trap I serve a stoner My niggas came from the

Spit your game, talk your shit, grab your gat, call your clicks, Squeeze your clip hit the right one, pass that weed I got to light one, Spit your game, talk your shit, grab your gat, Spit your game, talk your shit, grab your gat Armed and dangerous,

Country comforts and the road that's going home And it's good old country comforts in my bones Just the sweetest sound my ears have ever known Just an old fashioned feeling in my bones Soon the pines will be falling everywhere Village children always

Hell is for children Hell is for hell Because hell And you know that their little lives can become such a mess And you shouldn't have to pay for your love with your bones and your flesh They cry in the dark, so you can't see their tears They hide in the