Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Sticks and Stones, artist - Oliver Francis. Album song Block by Block West, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 17.05.2020
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Oliver Francis
Song language: English
Sticks and Stones |
Gucci bag yeah I keep them hunnids duffled up |
Baby whatever you want, you know it’s all on us |
Sippin' Dom Pérignon up out a white cup |
If you just give me a chance I’ll give you all my love |
Fourteen hunnid for these jeans, you know it’s all good |
Got a quarter ounce of kush and we gon' roll one up |
All I’m askin' baby girl is for a lil' trust |
Shawty all you gotta do is let me know |
With your foot all on my neck |
Why the fuck you got me so damn stressed? |
Feelin' like a spine stuck in your side |
You know I died when you left me bleedin' |
Maybe if I sit and hold my breath |
I’ll get your attention if I’m dead |
Finally made up my mind |
Your words, your lies, pushing me over the edge |
Sticks and Stones could never break me |
But your words cut deep as of lately |
When you get home, all you’ll find is |
My body face down and lifeless |
Sticks and Stones could never break me |
But your words cut deep as of lately |
When you get home, all you’ll find is |
My body face down and lifeless |
Slime green Lamborghini with the doors up |
Baby whatever you want, you know it’s all on us |
Gave you everything but still it was never enough |
So defeated, broken spirit and my heart’s been crushed |
Fourteen hunnid for these sneakers, yeah it’s all good |
I was always there for you whenever times got tough |
Guess my love never really amounted to much |
But now I’m really going through with this |
When it comes to you and all your friends |
You always act so goddamn unimpressed |
Lookin' like a ghost, you’ll check my pulse |
No there’s no hope cause your boy ain’t breathin' |
And you can tell my family and my friends |
Its all your fuckin' fault it ended like this |
Finally made up my mind |
Your words, your lies, pushing me over the edge |
Sticks and Stones could never break me |
But your words cut deep as of lately |
When you get home, all you’ll find is |
My body face down and lifeless |
Sticks and Stones could never break me |
But your words cut deep as of lately |
When you get home, all you’ll find is |
My body face down and lifeless |