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Sodium Video (MV)




Performed By: Bones
Language: English
Length: 1:55
Written by: Elmo Kennedy O'Connor, Christopher Rowe




Bones - Sodium Lyrics
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This is not a wig, it's f*cking real
If it was a wig, it would f*cking come off right about now (yeah)
I dyed it black, you like my shirt?
It says Mount Vernon 'cause that's where
'Cause that's where I actually live (hometown)

How in the f*ck are you 'bout to say
The way that we do it is not the way?
No, don't you sweat it, you're not in the way
Nothing you do can put an end to my day
Cashed as f*ck, in my bed I lay
Look at the ceiling and fade away
Stressin' and checkin' on me for a blessin'
But I can't hear nothing, I'm gone for the day
Sure you can afford that? I get it
Lookin' like a bum, only think I'm holdin' pennies
Pull out your mortgage, just spend it in a minute
Take it how you want it, get mad when you get it
Blame everyone around you for the money you ain't gettin'

Boy, man up to the life you ain't livin'
Times get chillin, sometimes I forgive him
My minds on a rhythm, so get the f*ck up when I see you
Loose neck, cotton chains bangin' off my body soundin' like a dog walkin'
Razor barkin' if you by me, let the scotch light blind 'em
Let the switch restyle 'em
I ain't never goin' back to what I did back in Howell
Old Bones, new flow, still flickin' ash up on my clothes
1-800-DEADBOY if they need to hit my phone
Estate sell opals on the finger make me hopeful
We ain't never goin' back to nickel dimin' for some produce
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English

This is not a wig, it's f*cking real
If it was a wig, it would f*cking come off right about now (yeah)
I dyed it black, you like my shirt?
It says Mount Vernon 'cause that's where
'Cause that's where I actually live (hometown)

How in the f*ck are you 'bout to say
The way that we do it is not the way?
No, don't you sweat it, you're not in the way
Nothing you do can put an end to my day
Cashed as f*ck, in my bed I lay
Look at the ceiling and fade away
Stressin' and checkin' on me for a blessin'
But I can't hear nothing, I'm gone for the day
Sure you can afford that? I get it
Lookin' like a bum, only think I'm holdin' pennies
Pull out your mortgage, just spend it in a minute
Take it how you want it, get mad when you get it
Blame everyone around you for the money you ain't gettin'

Boy, man up to the life you ain't livin'
Times get chillin, sometimes I forgive him
My minds on a rhythm, so get the f*ck up when I see you
Loose neck, cotton chains bangin' off my body soundin' like a dog walkin'
Razor barkin' if you by me, let the scotch light blind 'em
Let the switch restyle 'em
I ain't never goin' back to what I did back in Howell
Old Bones, new flow, still flickin' ash up on my clothes
1-800-DEADBOY if they need to hit my phone
Estate sell opals on the finger make me hopeful
We ain't never goin' back to nickel dimin' for some produce
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Writer: Elmo Kennedy O'Connor, Christopher Rowe
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