Lyrics Stick It - Soren Bryce

Stick It

I like the way your hair sits
Up on your head in the morning
I like the way my head fits
Between the sheets with a gun
Hey-ey-ey-ey
Hey-ey-ey-ey
Hey-ey-ey-ey
Stick it
Hey-ey-ey-ey
Hey-ey-ey-ey
Hey-ey-ey-ey
Stick it
What could you want from me?
I’m wanderlust and I’m lost within you
Knives to our backs cut our coats
They weren’t that nice to begin with
Knives used as words cut our throats
The worst part’s now I can’t smoke
Hey-ey-ey-ey
Hey-ey-ey-ey
Hey-ey-ey-ey
Stick it
Hey-ey-ey-ey
Hey-ey-ey-ey
Hey-ey-ey-ey
Stick it
What could you want from me?
I’m wanderlust and I’m lost within you
What could you want from me?
I’m wanderlust and I’m lost within you
What could you want from me?
I’m wanderlust and I’m lost within you
Hey-ey
Hey-ey-ey
Hey-ey-ey-ey
Stick it
Hey-ey
Hey-ey-ey
Hey-ey-ey-ey
Stick it
Hey-ey
Hey-ey-ey
Hey-ey-ey-ey
Stick it
Hey-ey
Hey-ey-ey
Hey-ey-ey-ey
Stick it