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Bone (Babylon Remix)

"Bone (Babylon Remix)" Lyrics by Lupe Fiasco

[Intro:]

Bone

Come play with it baby

Uh

You know what I’m saying?

Yeah you already know

[Chorus 1:]

She’s feeling herself a little too much

Come play with it, you can stay in it

She’s killing her self, why you gotta be so rough?

You done worked your fingers to the bone

She’s feeling herself a little too much

You stay in it, so play with it

She’s killing her self, why you gotta be so rough?

You done worked your fingers to the bone

Yeah, their bones

[Verse 1:]

You can talk to us, you can walk to us

But you still lost to us

Worth your worth wait in waiting

But that ain’t how much you cost to us

You don’t know, worth your weight in weight

Borderline fine, but you can’t get back across to us

Your dime bags ain’t freeway

And you’re Ross to us, your cartel, you ain’t barball

You a Barbie, you can’t maintain that

That’s why your bar fell

And your pussy whack

From letting all them niggas push it back

Nasty nostalgia from all the places you took it at

Flashbacks are where you looking at

Now what? You clear cut

Switching heels, and your hair up?

You know how many bills been inside your pudding pack?

You done clicked up with some lame

We got to see in a different frame

You the same picture to the same

Niggas that came all inside of your brains

Self approved but don’t stunt

Switch it up but don’t front

Just to return back to getting turned out

And fucking for what you want

Sucking for what you need

But you don’t even really need that

You just suck for love

But you don’t even really believe that

[Chorus 2:]

You feeling yourself a little too much

Stayed up all inside you, self

She’s killing her self, why you gotta be so rough?

You done worked your fingers to the bone

Their bones

She’s feeling herself a little too much

She played with it, but she can’t stay in it

She’s killing her self, why you gotta be so rough?

You done worked your fingers to the bone

Yeah, their bones

[Verse 2:]

You gonna break your back tryna be like these televised hoes that you see on TV

Tryna keep up with a magazine cover, living unreal lives that they heard on CD’s

Fake ass, fake face, fake titties, that’s great shape

They don’t make sense, let’s make papes, that’s real food but saying fake grace

But we don’t care cause it tastes great, this bullshit on these great plates

But who am I to say what’s what? But if God real then we fucked up

If God real then we fucked up, if God real then we fucked up

And I can only blame myself in BET uncut

So many shades of gray, in the new generation, they young sluts

Has it always been this way? Squirrels only happy when they nut bust

You can take a look at the animal kingdom if you don’t agree

They be going hard just to get a mate, then get the pussy then leave

And lions be having like four hoes with no clothes, that’s so cold

That justifies what’s in a nigga mind, they do the same shit for the homos

[?] up girl be like, oh no J. Cole got her looking for a J. Cole

She gon pass up somebody way cool and end up on some pimp nigga pay roll

Cause

[Chorus 3:]

She feeling herself a little too much

Stayed up all inside you, self

She’s killing her self, why you gotta be so rough?

You done worked your fingers to the bone

Their bones

She’s feeling herself a little too much

She played with it, but she can’t stay in it

She’s killing her self, why you gotta be so rough?

You done worked your fingers to the bone

Their bones

[Outro:]

I’m sorry I’m just being emotional

I just wanted to get really close to you

But you was being so unsociable

Played this game, it’s being so uncoachable

Or is it me and you’re really approachable?

But I don’t know cause I’m too intimidated

I overcompensated and started roasting you

From afar, and I don’t even know who you are

Or maybe I do

But you ain’t impressed by my car and that shit ain’t cool

Luxury clothes equals fucking hoes, and those are the rules

But you breaking it, these frame change ring, watch, bracelet

This champagne, tasting it, we’ve been talking like five minutes

Ain’t you already supposed to be naked bitch?

But you feeling yourself?

You feeling yourself?

You feeling yourself?

You feeling yourself?

You feeling yourself?

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