Your Hips Are Bad

I’m sorry that i wasnt around
When the heat struck you down
But im thinking that you never liked the sun anyhow

I know your hips are bad
So you can’t shake it that fast
So i move real slow and make this beat last

Your teeth are all falling out
Like words, right outta your mouth
So im making up a language to go with the sounds

And we’re breathing on our own, oh
And we’re fixing up our bones so nobody knows
Yeah we’re breathing on our own, oh
And we’re fixing up our bones so nobody knows

Your arms are all falling off
Every single time you cough
So we’re picking up the pieces and tying them off

And there’s that lump in your throat
It has just got to go
So i’m bringing my tools and letting it know

You’re bruising yourself up now
Every single time i’m around
So one two three you’re down on the ground

And we’re breathing on our own, oh
And we’re fixing up our bones so nobody knows
Yeah we’re breathing on our own, oh
And we’re fixing up our bones so nobody knows

Hey, hey
Hey hey
Hey hey
Hey hey

Yeah we’re breathing on our own, hey hey
And we’re fixing up our bones, hey hey
Yeah we’re breathing on our own
And we’re fixing up our bones so no one will ever know