Released on June 16, 2017

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[Verse 1]

What?

Fuck what you think, bitch

Fuck what you thought (Thought)

'Til my corpse rot, DeadBoy to the top

Try to give it what you got but what you got ain't enough ('Nough)

Time to hang it up, take a walk, get lunch (What?)

Everything untouchable will always get touched (Touched)

Skeleton hands remain through the flood (Flood)

Floating down the street, up to no good (Good)

I done see ya hood now let me take you to the woods


[Chorus]

Decomposing, decomposing (Yeah)

Every second decomposing (Yeah)

Decomposing, decomposing

Every second decomposing (Wait)


[Verse 2]

Throw some silica gel packs inside my casket

Don't need to mold, already lived through that shit

Hold up the store if they keep on asking

"BONES, who did you sign to?", — yes, I'd imagine (Huh?)

That it would seem that way, now tell me is it good or bad?

The hundred dollar bill pass just for the wood packs (Ah)

No, not at all, it was El that booked that (Ah)

If you want a show, it depends how I feel, bitch (Ah)


[Outro]

I won't flip for some bills, bitch

Do a frickin' cartwheel for 8 dollars

I won't do a cartwheel for 8 dollars, I won't