Bones by Oshea (Community) Lyrics
[Verse 1: Patrick Zae]
Mercy, mercy you
Sundaes so sweet
Serve 'em up the Season 2
This is what we do
Said they murder me
But I never heard of you
But they never heard of me Zae
Never heard the peach state
Give more than b-grade, these days
These lames get the replays
Heathen might pull up to your church
Turn up with the DJs
That's my BFF
Girl you need less dress
I'm a beast
Yes, please unleash them breasts
So tell me what you settle for?
Cause you could wet the floor listening to all the metaphors
Girl, my catalog
More than likely give your man a call
Had to call it off
All I really want is head of course
Yeah, young Ichabod
Give my dick a five
We could do it all
Renaissance man with the dimes
[Hook: OSHEA]
Make no mistake, bitch I need you to fuck
I need more weed in the blunt, bitch I've blessed you before
I got two bitches by my side and they both 'bout to roll
Let the drawers hit the floor, bitch I'm bad to the bone
Yeah, yeah
[Verse 2: Don Cook]
Y'all busy talking them landslides
While I capsize your boat
Soul go pitch black
You see bat's eyes
I'm vampire cold
As I tiptoe'va that window sill
I begin to feel as though
I've been dipping low as the pendulum
Swinging inches from my nose
Flipping tricks'll get me thrown in a cell
So I chose to spit the flow
Long as I hit the bowl the song spits itself
That's why the shit you hear is so dope
As I look across the table
Eyeballing Satan on his throne
I locked my demons in my head case
In case my angels lost control
Swear, don't
[Hook: OSHEA]
[Verse 3: OSHEA]
Say a Prayer
For the king
All alone
On his throne
I need to be better, I tangoed with demons for cheddar, my Range Ro' was leased from the devil
Can't keep it together, my papa said Jesus my shepherd, but I saw the beast in my bezel
I'm leaning forever, my ma said don't be no Heath Ledger, OD they throw me on a stretcher
I need it, whatever, these coke-addled fiends on my dresser, it's cool, we'll be heathens together
I see with the liquor, these people just need me for press, I delete with a Ki of the pressure
If we'd seen it better, we'd take up that key to success, and then throw to the sea for forever
My nigga don't
[Hook]
Mercy, mercy you
Sundaes so sweet
Serve 'em up the Season 2
This is what we do
Said they murder me
But I never heard of you
But they never heard of me Zae
Never heard the peach state
Give more than b-grade, these days
These lames get the replays
Heathen might pull up to your church
Turn up with the DJs
That's my BFF
Girl you need less dress
I'm a beast
Yes, please unleash them breasts
So tell me what you settle for?
Cause you could wet the floor listening to all the metaphors
Girl, my catalog
More than likely give your man a call
Had to call it off
All I really want is head of course
Yeah, young Ichabod
Give my dick a five
We could do it all
Renaissance man with the dimes
[Hook: OSHEA]
Make no mistake, bitch I need you to fuck
I need more weed in the blunt, bitch I've blessed you before
I got two bitches by my side and they both 'bout to roll
Let the drawers hit the floor, bitch I'm bad to the bone
Yeah, yeah
[Verse 2: Don Cook]
Y'all busy talking them landslides
While I capsize your boat
Soul go pitch black
You see bat's eyes
I'm vampire cold
As I tiptoe'va that window sill
I begin to feel as though
I've been dipping low as the pendulum
Swinging inches from my nose
Flipping tricks'll get me thrown in a cell
So I chose to spit the flow
Long as I hit the bowl the song spits itself
That's why the shit you hear is so dope
As I look across the table
Eyeballing Satan on his throne
I locked my demons in my head case
In case my angels lost control
Swear, don't
[Hook: OSHEA]
[Verse 3: OSHEA]
Say a Prayer
For the king
All alone
On his throne
I need to be better, I tangoed with demons for cheddar, my Range Ro' was leased from the devil
Can't keep it together, my papa said Jesus my shepherd, but I saw the beast in my bezel
I'm leaning forever, my ma said don't be no Heath Ledger, OD they throw me on a stretcher
I need it, whatever, these coke-addled fiends on my dresser, it's cool, we'll be heathens together
I see with the liquor, these people just need me for press, I delete with a Ki of the pressure
If we'd seen it better, we'd take up that key to success, and then throw to the sea for forever
My nigga don't
[Hook]