Bone Slim - GOAT MANE VAMPIRE MANE Lyrics

Aye yo
Feeling like a goat
Teething out my nose
Tryna eat the smoke
Can I ever chew on
Fluid when my brew gone?

Tryna make a new jawn
Out my super suit on

Then I float with my laser vision
Tripping out in mateys' kitchen
Was it Cush or Jeffos?
Paper free like metro

Uber in a Tesla
Only going Tesco's
Need another drink
24 /7

But it's Christmas Eve now
Feeling like a fiend how
Bleeding till I bleed out
Then I go heaven

Or hell with all the homies
Better than being lonely
With the goats and OGs
Still surrounded by the phonics

Listen to my old tracks
Get know the old me
Repeat them to myself cause
I don't really know either

Resemble reaper, Soul eater,
Dental feeling
Cold teeth
Since my pediatritian
Told me

I got fangs growing
Older now I slang dope
Sell dreams
And bang loads

Looking for a pint Of blood
End the night I drank loads
Said there's two to tango
But I'm on my ones
And no one in the mirror

In grass I feel a slither
Always hear them hiss
When I diss and deliver
I'll never leave the yard
Unless it's winter

Garden over grown loads
Hold the ring like
Frodo
Tone Bigger now I'm bolo
Prefix Count not mister

Money making slim
Money never made me though
I'm counted on by kings

Do it for my lazy bros
Do it for the kids
Do it for the homies
Do it cause it's piss

Call me count bone
Always count on bone
Vamp lifeing
Typing something
That I always owned

Always been a goat
Seen it from my throne
Talk to me I'm talking to you
Talking on my own
X4

Man I've been eternal
Back flipped over hurdles
Going forward gaining with a board on so it's tantrum

Trotting then I canter
On my horse from apocalypse
At Ascot for the races that was banter I got sloshed as this

Feeling like a rotten kid
Always throwing stones
In a greenhouse tryna over dose
On homies that I've grown

Mumble raps and tones
But I always been articulate
Realer than literature
Wheel it up and I'm real as shit

Feel me like tire tread
Sticking to the roads
Please invite me in your home
I don't bite and I'm alone

Going on a hunt
Tryna get some runtz
Then I zone out
Food got me feeling comotoze

Like I've grown out
My old slacks
Looking like some skinny jeans
Said they're 501

Hand them down to my mini me

Slumber in a coffin
No wonder I feel boxed in
Fill the whip with smoke
Even Tom Tom started coughing

Tryna get some cake from my shawty and got frosting
I guess that's why we she still telling me that I got problems

30 luv advantage
Dirty love the top spin
Always back and forth
Like I'm always in a mosh pit

Chorus

(Ahhhhh Lindo, Lindo, Lindo)