Bones - Hi-Fi lyrics

I slide by coming at you in hi-fi (what up?)
Trynna see if you pussies got 9 lives (pull up)
Every time I don't feast, I fine dine
Turn your corpse to bread, turn your blood into wine
Mr. Disinfected, heart pumpin' garbage, still cloggin' my veins
I remember nights of loneliness and days full of pain
With the shadows I would battle till I'd hemorrhage my brain
Synthetic blunts had me dazed for days
I would succumb to my weakness, crazed from the drinkin'
Locked in a mode, no control, overthinkin'
Weight up on my shoulder, cannot carry it no more
Ears on mute and my eyes on slow-mo

You don't wanna fuck with the one they call [2x]
Bones, the god of the microphone
Straight out that 5-1-7 zone
[2x]

You want me to keep goin'?
Alright
So I was chillin' on the corner (and what?)
I was rollin' up a blunt (and what?)
Said I was chillin' on the corner (and what?)
Said I was rollin' up a blunt (and what?)

Bones, the god of the microphone