Bones IThoughtYouLookedFamiliar song lyrics

Walking through the village, hood up with no recognition

Compass pointed to the wind

Smoking, walking, never winning

Long sleeves so my rings don't shine in the sun

Young skylit wants a dollar, no I never needed one

Acting like funds fell down in my palms

Like it ain't just us, like I'm not just Bones

Tryna hit my phone, all you get is tones

Socializing is what I don't, I'm a never let it go

1930's trunk, leave the cotton sleeve tight

My floor got grain and the sun runs the lights

Vanderbilt vision, only bitten with precision

Fountains in the kitchen spitting while the chef still flipping

Still death twisted, now I'm still like giving

But I be like takin' if my happiness go missing

Growing up I never listened now they wish I would've changed

Cause every word spoken falls upon of arrangement

Opinions turn to files

I never ever save them

Views turn to photographs

I never ever frame them

Sesh

What?