| When sticks and stones, skeleton bones
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| Get thrown and break the water very hard at home,
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| The louder you shout, because each other out
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| It’s get hard to figure out what you’re fighting about.
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| Sticks and stones, now she’s gone
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| Because the words you say they hurt hurt.
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| Listen! |
| It’s hard to be a man,
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| You could never fall off of your pose
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| Have your emotions, keep your enemies close
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| And the ones we love the most they never know it
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| 'Cause he get all cut up, chasin' paper and never show it,
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| But she said, on N way till I walk in way, till I walk in lay
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| Then ask you, where you been, now here we go again
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| When she know that you’ve been out hustling,
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| But you don’t think like arguing I’m fussing, no
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| Oh no no,
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| No, just put that hand back 'ain't no mean
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| And that’s for real, real, for real
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| my words last for days, just tell her how
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| When sticks and stones, skeleton bones
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| Get thrown and break the water very hard at home,
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| The louder you shout, because each other out
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| It’s get hard to figure out what you’re fighting about.
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| Sticks and stones, now she’s gone
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| Because the words you say they hurt hurt.
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| It’s hard to be a man
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| You can never walk under the stress
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| Can make it you can put to the test
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| Can’t think and drink just a mile out the voices,
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| Up all the bad choices you make
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| But she set up in way, but you to walk in late
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| And ask you way up in the and here we go again
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| When she knows what I feel up hustling
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| And you don’t feel like all you win up fussing
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| No, no no, no no.
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| Oh no no,
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| No, just put that hand back 'ain't no mean
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| And that’s for real, real, for real
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| my words last for days, just tell her how
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| Sticks and stones, now she’s gone
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| Because the words you say they hurt hurt. |