Bones Lyrics
| Song | Bones |
| Artist | J. Han |
| Album | Tower Ivory |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| [Verse 1: J. Han] | |
| Man you gotta recall, you’ve got a cornucopia of grace | |
| Abounding in compassion and copious with embracing | |
| Every part of you, whether prodigal, wearing Prada articles | |
| A heart of coal, the private or the audible | |
| This aint just for the privileged | |
| Invitation for the broken and limited | |
| Brothers who are struggling, feel like giving in | |
| With the spirit of a swine eating in the mud again | |
| I know whats its like to be not good enough | |
| Falling short of high hopes Adam Morrison | |
| Down for the count harboring doubt | |
| Parents try not to frown when you tell ‘em no Harvard or Brown | |
| Ow really hurts your pride, doesn’t it? | |
| Like Tyson lit your stomach up with a dozen licks | |
| My soul’s nose-diving, yea straight to the dirt | |
| Broken propellers of worth guiding these wings of my hurt | |
| [Hook] | |
| For my bones, they are troubled | |
| Powerless and weak | |
| Feeling weary, do you hear me? | |
| Can you save me from this shame? | |
| And I’m trapped, in this rubble | |
| I just wanna leave | |
| Feeling weary, do you hear me? | |
| Can you save me from this shame? | |
| Take it all away ~ | |
| [Verse 2: J. Han] | |
| I wanna find a relief | |
| For all the pressure that I’m feeling, and I gotta believe | |
| I got a fountain by the vine I could sit and I sip | |
| Taking a dip in living water, should I resist? | |
| When this achy breaky soul keeps yearning for it? | |
| Got a jarful of shame and I keep it pouring out | |
| Top it off with a bit of guilt | |
| In a chilled glass brim overfilled | |
| So pardon me, so pardon me | |
| It’s seeping into every single part of me | |
| The fallen me, the fallen me | |
| I hate it and I’m tryna get it out of me | |
| I hear the crowing every morning, it reminds me | |
| I’m a failure, this shiny piece of agony | |
| Can rub in my face so politely | |
| Feeling like a dog on a tight leash I wanna be free |
| Verse 1: J. Han | |
| Man you gotta recall, you' ve got a cornucopia of grace | |
| Abounding in compassion and copious with embracing | |
| Every part of you, whether prodigal, wearing Prada articles | |
| A heart of coal, the private or the audible | |
| This aint just for the privileged | |
| Invitation for the broken and limited | |
| Brothers who are struggling, feel like giving in | |
| With the spirit of a swine eating in the mud again | |
| I know whats its like to be not good enough | |
| Falling short of high hopes Adam Morrison | |
| Down for the count harboring doubt | |
| Parents try not to frown when you tell ' em no Harvard or Brown | |
| Ow really hurts your pride, doesn' t it? | |
| Like Tyson lit your stomach up with a dozen licks | |
| My soul' s nosediving, yea straight to the dirt | |
| Broken propellers of worth guiding these wings of my hurt | |
| Hook | |
| For my bones, they are troubled | |
| Powerless and weak | |
| Feeling weary, do you hear me? | |
| Can you save me from this shame? | |
| And I' m trapped, in this rubble | |
| I just wanna leave | |
| Feeling weary, do you hear me? | |
| Can you save me from this shame? | |
| Take it all away | |
| Verse 2: J. Han | |
| I wanna find a relief | |
| For all the pressure that I' m feeling, and I gotta believe | |
| I got a fountain by the vine I could sit and I sip | |
| Taking a dip in living water, should I resist? | |
| When this achy breaky soul keeps yearning for it? | |
| Got a jarful of shame and I keep it pouring out | |
| Top it off with a bit of guilt | |
| In a chilled glass brim overfilled | |
| So pardon me, so pardon me | |
| It' s seeping into every single part of me | |
| The fallen me, the fallen me | |
| I hate it and I' m tryna get it out of me | |
| I hear the crowing every morning, it reminds me | |
| I' m a failure, this shiny piece of agony | |
| Can rub in my face so politely | |
| Feeling like a dog on a tight leash I wanna be free |
| Verse 1: J. Han | |
| Man you gotta recall, you' ve got a cornucopia of grace | |
| Abounding in compassion and copious with embracing | |
| Every part of you, whether prodigal, wearing Prada articles | |
| A heart of coal, the private or the audible | |
| This aint just for the privileged | |
| Invitation for the broken and limited | |
| Brothers who are struggling, feel like giving in | |
| With the spirit of a swine eating in the mud again | |
| I know whats its like to be not good enough | |
| Falling short of high hopes Adam Morrison | |
| Down for the count harboring doubt | |
| Parents try not to frown when you tell ' em no Harvard or Brown | |
| Ow really hurts your pride, doesn' t it? | |
| Like Tyson lit your stomach up with a dozen licks | |
| My soul' s nosediving, yea straight to the dirt | |
| Broken propellers of worth guiding these wings of my hurt | |
| Hook | |
| For my bones, they are troubled | |
| Powerless and weak | |
| Feeling weary, do you hear me? | |
| Can you save me from this shame? | |
| And I' m trapped, in this rubble | |
| I just wanna leave | |
| Feeling weary, do you hear me? | |
| Can you save me from this shame? | |
| Take it all away | |
| Verse 2: J. Han | |
| I wanna find a relief | |
| For all the pressure that I' m feeling, and I gotta believe | |
| I got a fountain by the vine I could sit and I sip | |
| Taking a dip in living water, should I resist? | |
| When this achy breaky soul keeps yearning for it? | |
| Got a jarful of shame and I keep it pouring out | |
| Top it off with a bit of guilt | |
| In a chilled glass brim overfilled | |
| So pardon me, so pardon me | |
| It' s seeping into every single part of me | |
| The fallen me, the fallen me | |
| I hate it and I' m tryna get it out of me | |
| I hear the crowing every morning, it reminds me | |
| I' m a failure, this shiny piece of agony | |
| Can rub in my face so politely | |
| Feeling like a dog on a tight leash I wanna be free |
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