Bones - CranbrookEstates lyrics

Used to bump project, bitch
In the curves and the cul-de-sac, rolling up sticks
Bitch

Bag full of cans, last change in my hands
Coat smelling like mould, got snow on my Vans

No bling, no peace, no rings
No mink on my shoulder, no brands on my feet

Now my phone won't stay quiet
Trying to sell me all my dreams
But I still won't buy it

I wish I was like you, fuck
But I can't 'cause I think too much

Used to bump project, bitch
In the curves and the cul-de-sac, rolling up sticks