Skeletons With Flesh On Them
Skeletons With Flesh On Them are a four-piece indie-rock group from Seattle, WA consisting of Scott Roots (vocals, guitar), Neal Flaherty (guitar), Adam Grant (bass), and Devon Stewart (drums, backing vocals). Skeletons formed in late 2005 when Scott and Neal met through a mutual friend. Lucas Smith and Devon joined shortly thereafter following a posting in The Stranger. Adam joined in late 2009, replacing Lucas Smith. In 2007, Skeletons recorded a six song EP Read Full BioSkeletons With Flesh On Them are a four-piece indie-rock group from Seattle, WA consisting of Scott Roots (vocals, guitar), Neal Flaherty (guitar), Adam Grant (bass), and Devon Stewart (drums, backing vocals). Skeletons formed in late 2005 when Scott and Neal met through a mutual friend. Lucas Smith and Devon joined shortly thereafter following a posting in The Stranger. Adam joined in late 2009, replacing Lucas Smith. In 2007, Skeletons recorded a six song EP, The Fish Don’t Mind with the help of Jared Fiechtner (producer) and Jeremy Park (engineer). Working with Jeremy again, the Skeletons released the LP "All the Other Animals" in March of 2009.
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Everybody is Our Savior
Skeletons With Flesh On Them Lyrics
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Emanuelli Goularte andrade
I'm sippin' tea, beat what I eat
Kick up the feet, no Assassin's Creed
Float like a butterfly, sting like a bee
Good reflexes like you knocked at the knee
X'd out defeat, you, I delete
My boots from Greece made with feathers from geese
Counting loose leaf with the face of deceased
Count up the bread, count up the yeast
This is for my nemesis, white folk
If you pull up, then you're dead, uh-uh, rifle
We gon' cross him like the symbol on a Bible
Call him Spongebob 'cause he movin' life without spinal, huh
Never not woke, my gland pineal
On the patio fucking Princess's peach, Mario
Yellow Louis V overalls on me, look like Wario
On the mic, I'm an animal, hear the cardio through audio
If you want beef, capisce (haha)
Smokin' on tree, hashish (yow)
She said, "No, don't leave"
Baby, I'm oh-so green (what's that shit 'cause it better not be)
We got Dracs, sticks, all type of blicks (ooh-ooh-eeh-eeh, ooh-ooh-eeh)
Blood on my back, don't get caught in a blitz (ooh-ooh-eeh-eeh, ooh-ooh-eeh)
Chopsticks, got me a pick (eeh-eeh, eeh-eeh)
Steppin' on shit, put my foot in a brick (eeh)
Fuck you mean? (Yup, yup, yup, yup, yup, yup, yup)
Huh, oh, I'm ready
Yuh (oh, shit), yuh
I'm in the land of the lost, now I'm chill, Jack Frost
Yeah, my conscience like Constantine, that hot sauce
Jack Skellington limbs 'cause I'm known to pop off
And I'm one with the force, so this saber is my sword
Got the dick tucked in like RuPaul
Two bananas and a boat in the U-Haul (huh)
And the dope look sick like Wuhan
'Nother brick comin' in from Tucson (racks)
I was too piffed up when a nigga walked in
I was servin' up bricks at a low end (white)
I got too much boof stuffed in my pants (huh, huh, huh, huh-huh-huh)
I could probably fuck around, build a snowman (huh-huh-huh, huh-huh-huh)
And it's stone, no Mason, say I'm chillin' with your bitch
It's for him and her like Rozan
'Cause this shit go down when a nigga get wet
Should've never put your life in a ho hands
If you want beef, capisce (haha)
Smokin' on tree, hashish (yow)
She said, "No, don't leave"
Baby, I'm oh-so green (what's that shit 'cause it better not be)
We got Dracs, sticks, all type of blicks (ooh-ooh-eeh-eeh, ooh-ooh-eeh)
Blood on my back, don't get caught in a blitz (ooh-ooh-eeh-eeh, ooh-ooh-eeh)
Chopsticks, got me a pick (eeh-eeh, eeh-eeh)
Steppin' on shit, put my foot in a brick (eeh)
Kick a bitch to the curb if she don't speak with manners (hee, hee)
My house sit alone behind gates by the manor (hee, hee)
My new hoes look whiter than Carlos Santana (hee, hee)
My bitch from the hood, mamas hustling on camera (hee, go)
School from the seventies
Could've been dropped by the first time I signed for my boy
That was English like city of Oxford
Just finessed some pussy, I need me an Oscar
I thought I want kids 'til I sat by a toddler
Recorded two hits in one hour at Doppler (two)
I walk in my house naked holding my chopper (frrt)
We do the same shit, we change names just like soccer
My jewelry box looking like Davy Jones' locker
I want Addison Rae to become my doctor and check on my privates (woo)
Put her in a skirt and a scarf like a pilot
He didn't make it past the first clip like a pilot (frrt)
I'm sick, I need medicine before I riot
My bitch pussy sweet, it help with my diet
Can't go off the label, boy, I gotta eye it
I gotta smell, I gotta taste it
Haha, hahaha, yaow, frrt (on God, slatt)
What's this, what's this?
What's that shit 'cause it better not be
Eeh-eeh, eeh-eeh, eeh (go)
Eeh-eeh, eeh-eeh, eeh (slatt, damn)
Yup, yup, yup, yup, yup, yup, yup
Haha, oh shit
XXFNFGameing
(Lyrics A.K.A 🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥)
Kick up the feet, no Assassin's Creed
Float like a butterfly, sting like a bee
Good reflexes like you knocked at the knee
X'd out defeat, you, I delete
My boots from Greece made with feathers from geese
Counting loose leaf with the face of deceased
Count up the bread, count up the yeast
This is for my nemesis, white folk
If you pull up, then you're dead, uh-uh, rifle
We gon' cross him like the symbol on a Bible
Call him Spongebob 'cause he movin' life without spinal, huh
Never not woke, my gland pineal
On the patio fucking Princess's peach, Mario
Yellow Louis V overalls on me, look like Wario
On the mic, I'm an animal, hear the cardio through audio
If you want beef, capisce (haha)
Smokin' on tree, hashish (yow)
She said, "No, don't leave"
Baby, I'm oh-so green (what's that shit 'cause it better not be)
We got Dracs, sticks, all type of blicks (ooh-ooh-eeh-eeh, ooh-ooh-eeh)
Blood on my back, don't get caught in a blitz (ooh-ooh-eeh-eeh, ooh-ooh-eeh)
Chopsticks, got me a pick (eeh-eeh, eeh-eeh)
Steppin' on shit, put my foot in a brick (eeh)
Fuck you mean? (Yup, yup, yup, yup, yup, yup, yup)
Huh, oh, I'm ready
Yuh (oh, shit), yuh
I'm in the land of the lost, now I'm chill, Jack Frost
Yeah, my conscience like Constantine, that hot sauce
Jack Skellington limbs 'cause I'm known to pop off
And I'm one with the force, so this saber is my sword
Got the dick tucked in like RuPaul
Two bananas and a boat in the U-Haul (huh)
And the dope look sick like Wuhan
'Nother brick comin' in from Tucson (racks)
I was too piffed up when a nigga walked in
I was servin' up bricks at a low end (white)
I got too much boof stuffed in my pants (huh, huh, huh, huh-huh-huh)
I could probably fuck around, build a snowman (huh-huh-huh, huh-huh-huh)
And it's stone, no Mason, say I'm chillin' with your bitch
It's for him and her like Rozan
'Cause this shit go down when a nigga get wet
Should've never put your life in a ho hands
If you want beef, capisce (haha)
Smokin' on tree, hashish (yow)
She said, "No, don't leave"
Baby, I'm oh-so green (what's that shit 'cause it better not be)
We got Dracs, sticks, all type of blicks (ooh-ooh-eeh-eeh, ooh-ooh-eeh)
Blood on my back, don't get caught in a blitz (ooh-ooh-eeh-eeh, ooh-ooh-eeh)
Chopsticks, got me a pick (eeh-eeh, eeh-eeh)
Steppin' on shit, put my foot in a brick (eeh)
Kick a bitch to the curb if she don't speak with manners (hee, hee)
My house sit alone behind gates by the manor (hee, hee)
My new hoes look whiter than Carlos Santana (hee, hee)
My bitch from the hood, mamas hustling on camera (hee, go)
School from the seventies
Could've been dropped by the first time I signed for my boy
That was English like city of Oxford
Just finessed some pussy, I need me an Oscar
I thought I want kids 'til I sat by a toddler
Recorded two hits in one hour at Doppler (two)
I walk in my house naked holding my chopper (frrt)
We do the same shit, we change names just like soccer
My jewelry box looking like Davy Jones' locker
I want Addison Rae to become my doctor and check on my privates (woo)
Put her in a skirt and a scarf like a pilot
He didn't make it past the first clip like a pilot (frrt)
I'm sick, I need medicine before I riot
My bitch pussy sweet, it help with my diet
Can't go off the label, boy, I gotta eye it
I gotta smell, I gotta taste it
Haha, hahaha, yaow, frrt (on God, slatt)
What's this, what's this?
What's that shit 'cause it better not be
Eeh-eeh, eeh-eeh, eeh (go)
Eeh-eeh, eeh-eeh, eeh (slatt, damn)
Yup, yup, yup, yup, yup, yup, yup
Haha, oh shit
Gauge Pedersen
I'm sippin' tea, beat what I eat
Kick up the feet, no Assassin's Creed
Float like a butterfly, sting like a bee
Good reflexes like you knocked at the knee
X'd out defeat, you, I delete
My boots from Greece made with feathers from geese
Counting loose leaf with the face of deceased
Count up the bread, count up the yeast
This is for my nemesis, white folk
If you pull up, then you're dead, uh-uh, rifle
We gon' cross him like the symbol on a Bible
Call him Spongebob 'cause he movin' life without spinal, huh
Never not woke, my gland pineal
On the patio fucking Princess's peach, Mario
Yellow Louis V overalls on me, look like Wario
On the mic, I'm an animal, hear the cardio through audio
If you want beef, capisce (haha)
Smokin' on tree, hashish (yow)
She said, "No, don't leave"
Baby, I'm oh-so green (what's that shit 'cause it better not be)
We got Dracs, sticks, all type of blicks (ooh-ooh-eeh-eeh, ooh-ooh-eeh)
Blood on my back, don't get caught in a blitz (ooh-ooh-eeh-eeh, ooh-ooh-eeh)
Chopsticks, got me a pick (eeh-eeh, eeh-eeh)
Steppin' on shit, put my foot in a brick (eeh)
Fuck you mean? (Yup, yup, yup, yup, yup, yup, yup)
Huh, oh, I'm ready
Yuh (oh, shit), yuh
I'm in the land of the lost, now I'm chill, Jack Frost
Yeah, my conscience like Constantine, that hot sauce
Jack Skellington limbs 'cause I'm known to pop off
And I'm one with the force, so this saber is my sword
Got the dick tucked in like RuPaul
Two bananas and a boat in the U-Haul (huh)
And the dope look sick like Wuhan
'Nother brick comin' in from Tucson (racks)
I was too piffed up when a nigga walked in
I was servin' up bricks at a low end (white)
I got too much boof stuffed in my pants (huh, huh, huh, huh-huh-huh)
I could probably fuck around, build a snowman (huh-huh-huh, huh-huh-huh)
And it's stone, no Mason, say I'm chillin' with your bitch
It's for him and her like Rozan
'Cause this shit go down when a nigga get wet
Should've never put your life in a ho hands
If you want beef, capisce (haha)
Smokin' on tree, hashish (yow)
She said, "No, don't leave"
Baby, I'm oh-so green (what's that shit 'cause it better not be)
We got Dracs, sticks, all type of blicks (ooh-ooh-eeh-eeh, ooh-ooh-eeh)
Blood on my back, don't get caught in a blitz (ooh-ooh-eeh-eeh, ooh-ooh-eeh)
Chopsticks, got me a pick (eeh-eeh, eeh-eeh)
Steppin' on shit, put my foot in a brick (eeh)
Kick a bitch to the curb if she don't speak with manners (hee, hee)
My house sit alone behind gates by the manor (hee, hee)
My new hoes look whiter than Carlos Santana (hee, hee)
My bitch from the hood, mamas hustling on camera (hee, go)
School from the seventies
Could've been dropped by the first time I signed for my boy
That was English like city of Oxford
Just finessed some pussy, I need me an Oscar
I thought I want kids 'til I sat by a toddler
Recorded two hits in one hour at Doppler (two)
I walk in my house naked holding my chopper (frrt)
We do the same shit, we change names just like soccer
My jewelry box looking like Davy Jones' locker
I want Addison Rae to become my doctor and check on my privates (woo)
Put her in a skirt and a scarf like a pilot
He didn't make it past the first clip like a pilot (frrt)
I'm sick, I need medicine before I riot
My bitch pussy sweet, it help with my diet
Can't go off the label, boy, I gotta eye it
I gotta smell, I gotta taste it
Haha, hahaha, yaow, frrt (on God, slatt)
What's this, what's this?
What's that shit 'cause it better not be
Eeh-eeh, eeh-eeh, eeh (go)
Eeh-eeh, eeh-eeh, eeh (slatt, damn)
Yup, yup, yup, yup, yup, yup, yup
Haha, oh shit
Trippin Hard
I'm sippin' tea, beat what I eat
Kick up the feet, no Assassin's Creed
Float like a butterfly, sting like a bee
Good reflexes like you knocked at the knee
X'd out defeat, you, I delete
My boots from Greece made with feathers from geese
Counting loose leaf with the face of deceased
Count up the bread, count up the yeast
This is for my nemesis, white folk
If you pull up, then you're dead, uh-uh, rifle
We gon' cross him like the symbol on a Bible
Call him Spongebob 'cause he movin' life without spinal, huh
Never not woke, my gland pineal
On the patio fucking Princess's peach, Mario
Yellow Louis V overalls on me, look like Wario
On the mic, I'm an animal, hear the cardio through audio
If you want beef, capisce (haha)
Smokin' on tree, hashish (yow)
She said, "No, don't leave"
Baby, I'm oh-so green (what's that shit 'cause it better not be)
We got Dracs, sticks, all type of blicks (ooh-ooh-eeh-eeh, ooh-ooh-eeh)
Blood on my back, don't get caught in a blitz (ooh-ooh-eeh-eeh, ooh-ooh-eeh)
Chopsticks, got me a pick (eeh-eeh, eeh-eeh)
Steppin' on shit, put my foot in a brick (eeh)
Fuck you mean? (Yup, yup, yup, yup, yup, yup, yup)
Huh, oh, I'm ready
Yuh (oh, shit), yuh
I'm in the land of the lost, now I'm chill, Jack Frost
Yeah, my conscience like Constantine, that hot sauce
Jack Skellington limbs 'cause I'm known to pop off
And I'm one with the force, so this saber is my sword
Got the dick tucked in like RuPaul
Two bananas and a boat in the U-Haul (huh)
And the dope look sick like Wuhan
'Nother brick comin' in from Tucson (racks)
I was too piffed up when a nigga walked in
I was servin' up bricks at a low end (white)
I got too much boof stuffed in my pants (huh, huh, huh, huh-huh-huh)
I could probably fuck around, build a snowman (huh-huh-huh, huh-huh-huh)
And it's stone, no Mason, say I'm chillin' with your bitch
It's for him and her like Rozan
'Cause this shit go down when a nigga get wet
Should've never put your life in a ho hands
If you want beef, capisce (haha)
Smokin' on tree, hashish (yow)
She said, "No, don't leave"
Baby, I'm oh-so green (what's that shit 'cause it better not be)
We got Dracs, sticks, all type of blicks (ooh-ooh-eeh-eeh, ooh-ooh-eeh)
Blood on my back, don't get caught in a blitz (ooh-ooh-eeh-eeh, ooh-ooh-eeh)
Chopsticks, got me a pick (eeh-eeh, eeh-eeh)
Steppin' on shit, put my foot in a brick (eeh)
Kick a bitch to the curb if she don't speak with manners (hee, hee)
My house sit alone behind gates by the manor (hee, hee)
My new hoes look whiter than Carlos Santana (hee, hee)
My bitch from the hood, mamas hustling on camera (hee, go)
School from the seventies
Could've been dropped by the first time I signed for my boy
That was English like city of Oxford
Just finessed some pussy, I need me an Oscar
I thought I want kids 'til I sat by a toddler
Recorded two hits in one hour at Doppler (two)
I walk in my house naked holding my chopper (frrt)
We do the same shit, we change names just like soccer
My jewelry box looking like Davy Jones' locker
I want Addison Rae to become my doctor and check on my privates (woo)
Put her in a skirt and a scarf like a pilot
He didn't make it past the first clip like a pilot (frrt)
I'm sick, I need medicine before I riot
My bitch pussy sweet, it help with my diet
Can't go off the label, boy, I gotta eye it
I gotta smell, I gotta taste it
Haha, hahaha, yaow, frrt (on God, slatt)
What's this, what's this?
What's that shit 'cause it better not be
Eeh-eeh, eeh-eeh, eeh (go)
Eeh-eeh, eeh-eeh, eeh (slatt, damn)
Yup, yup, yup, yup, yup, yup, yup
Haha, oh shit
Malik
I'm sippin' tea, beat what I eat
Kick up the feet, no Assassin's Creed
Float like a butterfly, sting like a bee
Good reflexes like you knocked at the knee
X'd out defeat, you, I delete
My boots from Greece made with feathers from geese
Counting loose leaf with the face of deceased
Count up the bread, count up the yeast
This is for my nemesis, white folk
If you pull up, then you're dead, uh-uh, rifle
We gon' cross him like the symbol on a Bible
Call him Spongebob 'cause he movin' life without spinal, huh
Never not woke, my gland pineal
On the patio fucking Princess's peach, Mario
Yellow Louis V overalls on me, look like Wario
On the mic, I'm an animal, hear the cardio through audio
If you want beef, capisce (haha)
Smokin' on tree, hashish (yow)
She said, "No, don't leave"
Baby, I'm oh-so green (what's that shit 'cause it better not be)
We got Dracs, sticks, all type of blicks (ooh-ooh-eeh-eeh, ooh-ooh-eeh)
Blood on my back, don't get caught in a blitz (ooh-ooh-eeh-eeh, ooh-ooh-eeh)
Chopsticks, got me a pick (eeh-eeh, eeh-eeh)
Steppin' on shit, put my foot in a brick (eeh)
Fuck you mean? (Yup, yup, yup, yup, yup, yup, yup)
Huh, oh, I'm ready
Yuh (oh, shit), yuh
I'm in the land of the lost, now I'm chill, Jack Frost
Yeah, my conscience like Constantine, that hot sauce
Jack Skellington limbs 'cause I'm known to pop off
And I'm one with the force, so this saber is my sword
Got the dick tucked in like RuPaul
Two bananas and a boat in the U-Haul (huh)
And the dope look sick like Wuhan
'Nother brick comin' in from Tucson (racks)
I was too piffed up when a nigga walked in
I was servin' up bricks at a low end (white)
I got too much boof stuffed in my pants (huh, huh, huh, huh-huh-huh)
I could probably fuck around, build a snowman (huh-huh-huh, huh-huh-huh)
And it's stone, no Mason, say I'm chillin' with your bitch
It's for him and her like Rozan
'Cause this shit go down when a nigga get wet
Should've never put your life in a ho hands
If you want beef, capisce (haha)
Smokin' on tree, hashish (yow)
She said, "No, don't leave"
Baby, I'm oh-so green (what's that shit 'cause it better not be)
We got Dracs, sticks, all type of blicks (ooh-ooh-eeh-eeh, ooh-ooh-eeh)
Blood on my back, don't get caught in a blitz (ooh-ooh-eeh-eeh, ooh-ooh-eeh)
Chopsticks, got me a pick (eeh-eeh, eeh-eeh)
Steppin' on shit, put my foot in a brick (eeh)
Kick a bitch to the curb if she don't speak with manners (hee, hee)
My house sit alone behind gates by the manor (hee, hee)
My new hoes look whiter than Carlos Santana (hee, hee)
My bitch from the hood, mamas hustling on camera (hee, go)
School from the seventies
Could've been dropped by the first time I signed for my boy
That was English like city of Oxford
Just finessed some pussy, I need me an Oscar
I thought I want kids 'til I sat by a toddler
Recorded two hits in one hour at Doppler (two)
I walk in my house naked holding my chopper (frrt)
We do the same shit, we change names just like soccer
My jewelry box looking like Davy Jones' locker
I want Addison Rae to become my doctor and check on my privates (woo)
Put her in a skirt and a scarf like a pilot
He didn't make it past the first clip like a pilot (frrt)
I'm sick, I need medicine before I riot
My bitch pussy sweet, it help with my diet
Can't go off the label, boy, I gotta eye it
I gotta smell, I gotta taste it
Haha, hahaha, yaow, frrt (on God, slatt)
What's this, what's this?
What's that shit 'cause it better not be
Eeh-eeh, eeh-eeh, eeh (go)
Eeh-eeh, eeh-eeh, eeh (slatt, damn)
Yup, yup, yup, yup, yup, yup, yup
Haha, oh shit
FaZe Adapt
LOOOK AT THE BOYS MAN
LxDreTv
Sickkkkkk
TristenPlaysGames
💀
LifeLessSoul7006
@iYzQ Lmfao so true
Benjamin M.V.
@yoeb the fact that you took your time and attention to type this says other wise
Nicholas Nardone
Danny actually sounds like he feels great on this song.
Necro 54
In the song how you feel he sounds like he vaped since third grade
marie Ms
Definitely
Javon Polite
My very first thought before I heard him was I wonder if he actually feels great this time.
Retz
Lil Yachty has it so good, he literally just has to say anything in his regular voice and it's a rap.