CentralAve - BONES

Young boy used to drown in that alcohol

And if you dialing, 517 before you fucking call

I’m bout to hold K2 to my fuckin jaws

When waking up and gettin cash was a fuckin chore

Aluminum pay so we packin up the fuckin car

Cold nights, Tanqueray up in the fuckin jar

Ride, slide, feel the ice up on the fuckin road

White jeep, white trash, white fuckin snow

I remember everything like last year was yesterday

Use to sell the rupture funds and make that money anyway

Then we knew how they won’t ever find out how we did these things,

that’s just how it went down

Tables by the stack, thumb tacs by the pack

Gasoline with the rag, it went way beyond the mat

Tables by the stack, thumb tacs by the pack

Gasoline with the rag, it went way beyond the mat