UrBones Lyrics

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