Skeletons Lyrics
| Song | Skeletons |
| Artist | Joe Budden |
| Album | No Love Lost |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| (Chorus) | |
| I got some skeletons locked in the closet, yea yea | |
| And I’ve been dying dying just to find an outlet, yea yea | |
| And I’m hoping that no one finds out about it, yea yea | |
| Wishing maybe it will disappear but I doubt it, I doubt it | |
| (Verse) | |
| I look over my shoulder not knowin’ where it’s coming from | |
| But knowin’ that it’s coming I was buggin as a youngin, | |
| Aow I’m running from a something that’ll even out my dumb decisions | |
| The night I shot, and had him bleeding out his lungs and spittin | |
| Do any sins go unforgiven? I hope not | |
| ‘Cause most of mine were hunger driven, nothing in my mother kitchen, | |
| Stomach sounded like the clouds ignited and the thunder hittin’ | |
| So the wellest grew kid ended up with more than a couple missing | |
| Still not a chef but now the cocaine forever cooking | |
| I love kids, but now I’m selling to a pregnant woman | |
| Stomach through the projects and the M, with a cup in my hand | |
| Gun on my waist and I don’t give a fuck is my plan | |
| You’ll never understand, my palms sweat | |
| Followed by a shortness of breath then my heart jets and I ain’t find it calm yet | |
| Go unless shorty sing | |
| ‘Cause ain’t no way in hell to save Joel | |
| They bring enough to tell you everything | |
| (Chorus) | |
| I got some skeletons locked in the closet, yea yea | |
| And I’ve been dying dying just to find an outlet, yea yea | |
| And I’m hoping that no one finds out about it, yea yea | |
| Wishing maybe it will disappear but I doubt it, I doubt it | |
| (Verse) | |
| Fuck all that rappin, I’mma let the conversation rock | |
| I got skeletons in my closet | |
| The living dead live in a nigga head behind a combination lock | |
| When will the occupation stop and make it a vacant lot? | |
| The black Mamba when I crack vodka, I’mma take a shot | |
| And hope them stowaways go away before the anchor drops | |
| Yo thanks a lot, I’m a bottle drinking nutcase | |
| Government double XL behind M, I had the drunk face | |
| I steadily dream about cleaning these demons out | |
| In order to clean them out you gotta scream and shout all of your secrets out loud | |
| It started as a kid at my school desk | |
| Aced every quiz but I wanted to pass the cool test | |
| Ain’t nothing cool about school, shopping at the thrift store | |
| And living in an abandoned station wagon because you were piss poor | |
| So I started stealing all of the clothes that the other kids wore | |
| That’s when the skeletons moved into my mind on the 6th floor | |
| And more came through Crooked I’s youth | |
| I slowly started moving them out my closet into this mic booth | |
| For real, bro | |
| (Chorus) | |
| I got some skeletons locked in the closet, yea yea | |
| And I’ve been dying dying just to find an outlet, yea yea | |
| And I’m hoping that no one finds out about it, yea yea | |
| Wishing maybe it will disappear but I doubt it, I doubt it | |
| (Interlude) | |
| I thought I had it locked away til forever | |
| But no memories fade away, they seem to stay | |
| Comfortable in my conscience, you live in my dreams | |
| They say time heals it all, then why’s bane still with me? | |
| (Verse) | |
| See the problem is I know it all | |
| Or maybe the problem is that I just show it all | |
| Maybe didn’t think that I should be ashamed of my actions but really there’s no remorse | |
| Maybe the Lord decided I suffered enough and let me live with no withdrawals | |
| Then again I live with mean as He deem that I’m much too important to focus all | |
| We could talk about pain 24/7, dog that’s my department | |
| In a city blues cruise and I’m blastin that Marvin | |
| Skeletons ain’t in my closet, that’s my apartment | |
| And they like to hide behind thousand dollar fabrics and garments | |
| It’s all bleaked in me | |
| Tell my pop I ain’t bothered when he don’t speak to me, I love you but it’s weak to me | |
| Oh one can’t, life’s short and there’s no excuse to do it | |
| You was missing half my life dog, I’m kinda used to it | |
| Modern day Son of Sam, judge but you don’t understand | |
| Me against the world, I plan on winning, know I’m under man | |
| Wanna see through the eyes of a monster? Look through my glasses tint | |
| My room is a stadium, just take care of half the rent | |
| (Chorus) | |
| I got some skeletons locked in the closet, yea yea | |
| And I’ve been dying dying just to find an outlet, yea yea | |
| And I’m hoping that no one finds out about it, yea yea | |
| Wishing maybe it will disappear but I doubt it, I doubt it | |
| I doubt it | |
| I doubt it | |
| I doubt it… |
| Chorus | |
| I got some skeletons locked in the closet, yea yea | |
| And I' ve been dying dying just to find an outlet, yea yea | |
| And I' m hoping that no one finds out about it, yea yea | |
| Wishing maybe it will disappear but I doubt it, I doubt it | |
| Verse | |
| I look over my shoulder not knowin' where it' s coming from | |
| But knowin' that it' s coming I was buggin as a youngin, | |
| Aow I' m running from a something that' ll even out my dumb decisions | |
| The night I shot, and had him bleeding out his lungs and spittin | |
| Do any sins go unforgiven? I hope not | |
| ' Cause most of mine were hunger driven, nothing in my mother kitchen, | |
| Stomach sounded like the clouds ignited and the thunder hittin' | |
| So the wellest grew kid ended up with more than a couple missing | |
| Still not a chef but now the cocaine forever cooking | |
| I love kids, but now I' m selling to a pregnant woman | |
| Stomach through the projects and the M, with a cup in my hand | |
| Gun on my waist and I don' t give a fuck is my plan | |
| You' ll never understand, my palms sweat | |
| Followed by a shortness of breath then my heart jets and I ain' t find it calm yet | |
| Go unless shorty sing | |
| ' Cause ain' t no way in hell to save Joel | |
| They bring enough to tell you everything | |
| Chorus | |
| I got some skeletons locked in the closet, yea yea | |
| And I' ve been dying dying just to find an outlet, yea yea | |
| And I' m hoping that no one finds out about it, yea yea | |
| Wishing maybe it will disappear but I doubt it, I doubt it | |
| Verse | |
| Fuck all that rappin, I' mma let the conversation rock | |
| I got skeletons in my closet | |
| The living dead live in a nigga head behind a combination lock | |
| When will the occupation stop and make it a vacant lot? | |
| The black Mamba when I crack vodka, I' mma take a shot | |
| And hope them stowaways go away before the anchor drops | |
| Yo thanks a lot, I' m a bottle drinking nutcase | |
| Government double XL behind M, I had the drunk face | |
| I steadily dream about cleaning these demons out | |
| In order to clean them out you gotta scream and shout all of your secrets out loud | |
| It started as a kid at my school desk | |
| Aced every quiz but I wanted to pass the cool test | |
| Ain' t nothing cool about school, shopping at the thrift store | |
| And living in an abandoned station wagon because you were piss poor | |
| So I started stealing all of the clothes that the other kids wore | |
| That' s when the skeletons moved into my mind on the 6th floor | |
| And more came through Crooked I' s youth | |
| I slowly started moving them out my closet into this mic booth | |
| For real, bro | |
| Chorus | |
| I got some skeletons locked in the closet, yea yea | |
| And I' ve been dying dying just to find an outlet, yea yea | |
| And I' m hoping that no one finds out about it, yea yea | |
| Wishing maybe it will disappear but I doubt it, I doubt it | |
| Interlude | |
| I thought I had it locked away til forever | |
| But no memories fade away, they seem to stay | |
| Comfortable in my conscience, you live in my dreams | |
| They say time heals it all, then why' s bane still with me? | |
| Verse | |
| See the problem is I know it all | |
| Or maybe the problem is that I just show it all | |
| Maybe didn' t think that I should be ashamed of my actions but really there' s no remorse | |
| Maybe the Lord decided I suffered enough and let me live with no withdrawals | |
| Then again I live with mean as He deem that I' m much too important to focus all | |
| We could talk about pain 24 7, dog that' s my department | |
| In a city blues cruise and I' m blastin that Marvin | |
| Skeletons ain' t in my closet, that' s my apartment | |
| And they like to hide behind thousand dollar fabrics and garments | |
| It' s all bleaked in me | |
| Tell my pop I ain' t bothered when he don' t speak to me, I love you but it' s weak to me | |
| Oh one can' t, life' s short and there' s no excuse to do it | |
| You was missing half my life dog, I' m kinda used to it | |
| Modern day Son of Sam, judge but you don' t understand | |
| Me against the world, I plan on winning, know I' m under man | |
| Wanna see through the eyes of a monster? Look through my glasses tint | |
| My room is a stadium, just take care of half the rent | |
| Chorus | |
| I got some skeletons locked in the closet, yea yea | |
| And I' ve been dying dying just to find an outlet, yea yea | |
| And I' m hoping that no one finds out about it, yea yea | |
| Wishing maybe it will disappear but I doubt it, I doubt it | |
| I doubt it | |
| I doubt it | |
| I doubt it |
| Chorus | |
| I got some skeletons locked in the closet, yea yea | |
| And I' ve been dying dying just to find an outlet, yea yea | |
| And I' m hoping that no one finds out about it, yea yea | |
| Wishing maybe it will disappear but I doubt it, I doubt it | |
| Verse | |
| I look over my shoulder not knowin' where it' s coming from | |
| But knowin' that it' s coming I was buggin as a youngin, | |
| Aow I' m running from a something that' ll even out my dumb decisions | |
| The night I shot, and had him bleeding out his lungs and spittin | |
| Do any sins go unforgiven? I hope not | |
| ' Cause most of mine were hunger driven, nothing in my mother kitchen, | |
| Stomach sounded like the clouds ignited and the thunder hittin' | |
| So the wellest grew kid ended up with more than a couple missing | |
| Still not a chef but now the cocaine forever cooking | |
| I love kids, but now I' m selling to a pregnant woman | |
| Stomach through the projects and the M, with a cup in my hand | |
| Gun on my waist and I don' t give a fuck is my plan | |
| You' ll never understand, my palms sweat | |
| Followed by a shortness of breath then my heart jets and I ain' t find it calm yet | |
| Go unless shorty sing | |
| ' Cause ain' t no way in hell to save Joel | |
| They bring enough to tell you everything | |
| Chorus | |
| I got some skeletons locked in the closet, yea yea | |
| And I' ve been dying dying just to find an outlet, yea yea | |
| And I' m hoping that no one finds out about it, yea yea | |
| Wishing maybe it will disappear but I doubt it, I doubt it | |
| Verse | |
| Fuck all that rappin, I' mma let the conversation rock | |
| I got skeletons in my closet | |
| The living dead live in a nigga head behind a combination lock | |
| When will the occupation stop and make it a vacant lot? | |
| The black Mamba when I crack vodka, I' mma take a shot | |
| And hope them stowaways go away before the anchor drops | |
| Yo thanks a lot, I' m a bottle drinking nutcase | |
| Government double XL behind M, I had the drunk face | |
| I steadily dream about cleaning these demons out | |
| In order to clean them out you gotta scream and shout all of your secrets out loud | |
| It started as a kid at my school desk | |
| Aced every quiz but I wanted to pass the cool test | |
| Ain' t nothing cool about school, shopping at the thrift store | |
| And living in an abandoned station wagon because you were piss poor | |
| So I started stealing all of the clothes that the other kids wore | |
| That' s when the skeletons moved into my mind on the 6th floor | |
| And more came through Crooked I' s youth | |
| I slowly started moving them out my closet into this mic booth | |
| For real, bro | |
| Chorus | |
| I got some skeletons locked in the closet, yea yea | |
| And I' ve been dying dying just to find an outlet, yea yea | |
| And I' m hoping that no one finds out about it, yea yea | |
| Wishing maybe it will disappear but I doubt it, I doubt it | |
| Interlude | |
| I thought I had it locked away til forever | |
| But no memories fade away, they seem to stay | |
| Comfortable in my conscience, you live in my dreams | |
| They say time heals it all, then why' s bane still with me? | |
| Verse | |
| See the problem is I know it all | |
| Or maybe the problem is that I just show it all | |
| Maybe didn' t think that I should be ashamed of my actions but really there' s no remorse | |
| Maybe the Lord decided I suffered enough and let me live with no withdrawals | |
| Then again I live with mean as He deem that I' m much too important to focus all | |
| We could talk about pain 24 7, dog that' s my department | |
| In a city blues cruise and I' m blastin that Marvin | |
| Skeletons ain' t in my closet, that' s my apartment | |
| And they like to hide behind thousand dollar fabrics and garments | |
| It' s all bleaked in me | |
| Tell my pop I ain' t bothered when he don' t speak to me, I love you but it' s weak to me | |
| Oh one can' t, life' s short and there' s no excuse to do it | |
| You was missing half my life dog, I' m kinda used to it | |
| Modern day Son of Sam, judge but you don' t understand | |
| Me against the world, I plan on winning, know I' m under man | |
| Wanna see through the eyes of a monster? Look through my glasses tint | |
| My room is a stadium, just take care of half the rent | |
| Chorus | |
| I got some skeletons locked in the closet, yea yea | |
| And I' ve been dying dying just to find an outlet, yea yea | |
| And I' m hoping that no one finds out about it, yea yea | |
| Wishing maybe it will disappear but I doubt it, I doubt it | |
| I doubt it | |
| I doubt it | |
| I doubt it |
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