| That, that, that, that |
| That, that, that, that |
| What? |
| Posted in the alley |
| So badly wanna throw it all away |
| Feel cold with one hand to the wind |
| You trippin', I’m kickin' it all the way |
| Die retarded like Rain Man, like Qantas never crashed |
| Tobacco leaf in my main hand, an attack force in my stash |
| (SESH) |
| Feelin' something like Patrick Swayze |
| Goin' ghost as she goin' crazy |
| Poltergeist, I feel my body fading |
| Lookin' in the mirror and I ain’t seein' nothin' |
| Aching for murder |
| Equipped, aching with the burner |
| Turnt him invisible, pitiful doubt that BONES gon' get rid of you |
| (What) |
| That, that, that |
| That’s just how it |
| to me (That) |
| That, that, that |
| That’s just how it |
| to me (That) |
| TeamSESH hotboy riding scrapers |
| Red Wing jersey, feel like Draper |
| Bass go thumpin', wake the neighbors |
| Step on my land and meet your maker |
| Hang my hair like Undertaker |
| Tombstone diamonds look like Vegas |
| Cut the lights and hit the breaker |
| I need darkness when I’m makin' tunes for the plenty |
| My blunt go out, I panic |
| Super Bowl how I’m bangin' |
| Blow his top off just like Jenny |
| I suggest you stand close |
| I’m the one that clear the smoke |
| When the smoke clears, all you’ll see is yellow tape and BONES |
| (Wait) |
| That, that, that |
| That’s just how it |
| to me (That) |
| That, that, that |
| That’s just how it |
| to me (That) |