Bones, Lyson — Baja

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Bitch, I’m feelin’ like the Baja man the way I let them dogs out Weapon up on my body, steppin’ to Bones will be the wrong route What in the fuck are you talkin’ ’bout? Your whole shit is going south Bitch, I am the WeatherMan, I clap and now it’s pourin’ out Rain rain, go away Layin’ back up in my grave Blunt smoke runnin’ all through my veins Sun is up, I hide away Shoot like I’m Hardaway If you ever step in range If you never seen me snap, I promise you never witness rage Bitch, I be rollin’ in the rain (backseat, bleedin’ out) Shit’d be different if I change, but that ain’t an option now Blinkin’, I was darkened out, storm clouds, rollin’ out Morticians, they see me and they swiftly roll the red carpet out

Back up in my zone (Zone) I am what is wrong (Wrong) Ride up to the cemetery, Daddy’s home (What?) Smoke another one (Down) Pour another cup (Up) I don’t need much to continue my roll