Bones McQueen & On the Mend - Long Sleeves Lyrics

Bones McQueen, On the Mend, you know what it is
Tell me cuz I, I don't know what it is
It's cold, soul's cold, COLD

Yeah
Woke tired from a long sleep
Tossed and turned in a harsh breeze
My room's cold I need long sleeves
My heart's cold I need love please
A god can be a man in the off season
A god can have off days with no reason
But we about this rap shit we believe it
Even if we tried, couldn't leave it
Tied to the game
I'mma get big cuz I'm not limited by the size of my frame
Like it or not I'm a tiger unchained
Even if I touch fame, remain unchanged
Zeddy bear on the MPC and he coming through with that beat that knocks
Goldilocks tasted his porridge, cried, that shit hot, but that shit rocks
There's a lot of music lately populating your spotify playlists, we know that
We prepared to run through the competition like Delanie Walker, where my fullback
Look man, this United Fates
Say the name in vain, that's a big mistake
Slap you in ya whole face with the back of my good hand like I'm a good dad
Feeling like a god tougher than a f*cking monkey wrench
Hungry for success like doing a set in Budapest
We can find out who the best, get some rest
I pretend to be asleep so the succubus would let me f*ck her chest
Finish spliffs with a lickitung
Rhetoric weigh about fifty tons
I don't need you to cut me no motherf*cking slack, homie I can pick it up, ugh

Workhorse, all trojans
No babies, I'm focused
Ladies form a line so I can pour you wine
Give ya that good dick, ugh
Workhorse, all trojans
No babies, I'm focused
Ladies form a line so I can pour you wine
Give ya that good dick

Ooh, here comes the boom
Take another hit of spliff and land on the moon
Bars are hard like cocoon, I maintain the groove
Shave my face with a grey paste cuz I'm smooth
Like butter baby
Confident, how my mother raised me
A sudden maven with subtle greatness
Dancing in a puddle to the sound of thunder when it's muddy rainy, ugh
Bounce back like flubber
Used to hearing mean shit, being made fun of
Funny that the f*ckers now all eat shit
Cuz I dig down deep 'til gold meets shovel, yeah
Shovel meets gold
Gunning for goat status, focused on my goals
Cater to the people that's f*cking with my flow
All the rest of youze can suck on my balls
Bones McQueen, On the Mend, damn on demand
Last rapper standing, feeling like I'm the man
Concentrated dark matter chilling in a flask
In a lab, not another Zigerion with a scam
Run roughshod sharp in a shark tank
Farcical rappers looking farfetched
Forehead crease is the mark of the beast
Every thought is a cardinal sin
There's no pardoning him
Motherf*cker I start from the end
Stay apart from the trends, mind deep like a trench
Indecisive but it's barbwire on the fence
Hello darkness, my old friend
Often I'm aimless
Thought baseless thoughts in a basement
Writhing with writer's block
Cypher with Bed to shake off the lazy
The phrasing, the pacing, the spacing, the statement
Paying attention to any and everything that could get us closer to greatness, ugh