IThoughtYouLookedFamiliar

Song IThoughtYouLookedFamiliar
Artist Bones
Album Powder

Lyrics

[00:00.00]
[00:06.68] Walking through the village, hood up with no recognition
[00:09.43] Compass pointed to the wind
[00:10.78] Smoking, walking, never winning
[00:12.53] Long sleeves so my rings don't shine in the sun
[00:15.35] Young skylit wants a dollar, no I never needed one
[00:18.67] Acting like funds fell down in my palms
[00:21.60] Like it ain't just us, like I'm not just Bones
[00:24.65] Tryna hit my phone, all you get is tones
[00:27.79] Socializing is what I don't, I'm a never let it go
[00:31.08] 1930's trunk, leave the cotton sleeve tight
[00:33.90] My floor got grain and the sun runs the lights
[00:37.06] Vanderbilt vision, only bitten with precision
[00:40.07] Fountains in the kitchen spitting while the chef still flipping
[00:43.18] Still death twisted, now I'm still like giving
[00:46.21] But I be like takin' if my happiness go missing
[00:49.24] Growing up I never listened now they wish I would've changed
[00:52.27] Cause every word spoken falls upon of arrangement
[00:55.77] Opinions turn to files
[00:57.10] I never ever save them
[00:58.54] Views turn to photographs
[01:00.10] I never ever frame them
[01:01.88]
[01:07.05] Sesh
[01:12.82] What?
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