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517 Howell Lyrics: 517 Song Lyrics is an English song sung by Bones from the album Howell. 517 Song Track Number 1 is written by Bones.
517 Song Lyrics Details
| Song | 517 |
| Artist | Bones |
| Album | Howell |
| Released | 2011 |
| Category | English Song Lyrics |
517 Howell Lyrics
Howell’s favorite asshole
Live from the backroads
Can’t say that you dig this shit
Hit [?] on the ride home
So nice on this microphone
Y’all don’t even fucking know
[517 Area Code]
But they say I’m bipolar
The way I’m so cold with these fuckin’ flows
Flows, I got a pocket full
You trippin’ like you got a [knot] in y’all
Y’all should’ve saw your face when you heard
Th@ Kid knockin’ at your fuckin’ door
[517 Area Code]
Bang Bang, who is it?
Skinny kid, looks boolemic
I admit it, I been spittin’
Out these rhymes
Since I was an infant
I’m a scholar, you’re a peasant
YoungDumbFuck get it trough your head that
It’s the team, oh it’s the team
In the dug out, gettin’ faded
Rap out real in, you just fake it
Talk that money like you already made it
Kid just stop it
You don’t got it
Like a pass down to the basement
You can’t come here
You ain’t from here
I promise you’ve never been
Down D-19 at 4am
In and out of consciousness
Too much smoke
Too much drink
Tangerade bottle in the kitchen sink
We all drunk
We all fucked up
We can’t think
We can’t speak
[517 Area Code]
But we can live, we can breathe
We’re gonna take more damn drinks
Walk across the streets to your mom’s house
Take whatever she got in that damn fridge
Too young, too blind
Lookin’ at life trough high eyes
Eyelids down, middle finger’s up
May the 517 please stand up
517 Howell Song
