Sticks & Stones

[Verse 1]
Yeah ok
Sticks and stones may break my bones
Take my word for for it
It’s like feeling miniature
You could take that as a metaphor
Or you could title it as my sinister literature
Painting a picture without no filter
Sit there and deal with the presence of me immature
I’m hesitant to take a swing
But the present of a pencil’s capabilities is better
And Imma come in with hard hitting lyrics
So when the listener hears this they fear this
And this is dedicated to the nearest and the dearest
So the other people hearing this, I hit you in the rear end
Nah, but all jokes aside
I’m really concerned for my health’s decline
Put a third of my budget into my music
And fuse it to help me survive
I use sweaters as coverage
Like financial savings
I’m craving like these other hungry artists on the rise like baking
Are you mistaken for my well-being?
I’m bringing high celsius
Started from the bottom, now I’m spreading the ceiling
If a screw is drill-able, then why couldn’t a “Screw you” be killable
I shouldn’t have to remind you when I’m flipping these syllables
I’m diligently, elegantly, dispersing with all this envy
Never always stingy, even if I’m ten feet tall
Or I’m bendy like—

[Hook]
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[Verse 2]
No need to make the song interesting
Pinteresting it
Because I disintegrate the track and throw trash lyrics into the bin
And I’m gassed hearing “this is a sin”
When I’m saying that Aidan is a synonym for thin
These syllables are bullet shells
I’m unloading the lyrical clip
So I’m basically living off of bread and water
But hold up, my brain is driven on another trip to McDonald’s
And I wanna live long enough to see my son and daughter
Grow and make sure they don’t evolve to do the same as their father
Flip tricks, the stick shift’s back in business
I rip this, if you think it’s just me spitting
‘Bout how I’m just thin, nothin’ else to witness
You can just kiss this boy’s pisser, mister
Dismiss ya, if you think I can’t hit ya
With six figures worth of mixes
But my pigment and image flipping your opinion?
Farewell, not gonna miss ya
And if you wanna feel my pain
Just take a weak boy and drag him through the game
But that’s all I gotta say
And if you think it’s torture
Nah, I’m fulfilling dreams
Let’s bind together with this harmony
Life is short so I'm smiling while I still got all my teeth

[Hook]
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[Bridge]
2-0-19, do it my way
Yeah do it my way
I’m surviving
2-0-19, do it my way
Yeah do it my way
I’m surviving
Ok, sticks and stones may break my bones
Take my word for it
It’s like feeling miniature
Some people are sinister
One day, they got you
The next, they just push you right in the dirt
You take all your negatives, turn ‘em right into them positives, like integers
You turn up the volume
You turn up the temperature
Want me to call you, but turn off your cellular
Try to ram into me but I dodge it
Poppin’ like flat tires
Don’t wanna bam me
What I’m saying is you can put me down physically
Cause you don’t need muscle to win Grammys
Sticks and stones
Yeah

[Hook]
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[Outro]
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