Sticks and Stones

Spoon fed on a silver platter
If no one's watching does it really matter
Sadness sets in as you get older
It's hard to stay sober you're hard to get over
Gotta smoke I don't wanna feel sadder
Rolling blunts on the daily is a pattern
Stressed out so I gotta keep smoking
I gotta keep rolling just to keep going

I wish I was high
Like all of the time
You're out of your mind
If you think I'm fine

You can swing your sticks
You can throw your stones
You can say all the words that'll hurt the most
but you're not me
No you're not me
You can cast your fears
You can say your doubts
You can tell me how life won't pan out
But you're not me
No you're not me

But you've been in my head since you've been in my bed
Now I'm full of regrets
Should've never had sex
From "the one" to an ex
You were on to the next
Quick to find a new nest
Like you never even left
Feel like goin on green and goin on red
Yeah fuck a stoplight when I'm goin 110mph
I might have to swerve this cop if he get on my six
I might have to swerve this cop if he get on my

Looking back but you didn't chase after
I didn't call cus I knew you wouldn't answer
Played it cool never losing my composure
It's hard to stay sober when you need closure
What do you need when you get everything you ask for
How many pages have you filled inside your passport
Said you were lonely but you're giving me excuses
I can't take it would you please save it

I wish I was high
Like all of the time
You're out of your mind
If you think I'm fine

You can swing your sticks
You can throw your stones
You can say all the words that'll hurt the most
But you're not me
No you're not me
You can cast your fears
You can say your doubts
You can tell me how life won't pan out
But you're not me
No you're not me

Yeah what you got to prove
Everything I did I swear I only did for you
Every problem that we had was prolly cus of you
And now I'm a little older I can see I was a fool
Cus now we're not together and I feel brand new
Leaving was the best decision that I ever made
Taking it for granted all the chances that I gave ya
Got another nigga and you're telling him to save ya
But what's there left to save



Credits
Writer(s): Robert Jones
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