Bones CentralAve song lyrics

Young boy you should drown in that alcohol

And if you're dialing 5-1-7 before you fucking call

I'm out the whole k2 to my fucking jobs

When waking up and getting cash was a fucking chore

Aluminum payed so we packing up the fucking car

Cold night's Tanqueray up in the fucking jar

Ride slide feel the ice upon the fucking road

White jeep

White trash

White fucking snow

I remember everything

Last last year was yesterday

Used to set up rupture funds

And make that money anyway

Then we knew how

They won't ever find out

How we did this things

That's just how it went down

Tables by the stack

Thumb tacks by the pack

Gasoline with the rag

It went way beyond the mat

Tables by the stack

Thumb tacks by the pack

Gasoline with the rag

It went way beyond the mat

Mom