Cry / Sticks And Stones
Madsaint
GENRE
Pt.1
[Hook]
She thinks I ain't good she thinks I need to die
You made the kindest boy cry
You can't fool me cuz I see with my eyes
I don't want to make you cry
(cry)
[Verse]
I got a bad feelin' about everything
But I can talk with you about anything you want
(anything you want)
Pay me a visit let me pay all the costs
You living rent free in my fucking thoughts
Only these hills know how we fall
And doesn't matter how much we're tall
Feelin' small, feeling up against the wall
[Hook]
She thinks I ain't good she thinks I need to die
You made the kindest boy cry
You can't fool me cuz I see with my eyes
I don't want to make you cry
Yeah
Pt.2
[Verse]
I've been dealing with the pains and depression alone
Thеse bitches love mе but they're some bitches as I known
I ain't got shit but feels like this city Is what I own
I'm living in a house full of sticks and stones
If I ain't hurt Is because I ain't feel my bones
There's alot of message what If I ain't pick the phone
Then everybody forget me so I'll be unknown
It's like everything's lost soon as you left the zone
It's like everyday I met a new bitch that she knows me
She knows who I am and she knows who I fuck with
What If I ain't be the same person again
What If I won't ever wanna touch my pen again
Then how would you know If I feel the pain again
I gotta admit and I'm sure I would say amen
[Hook]
She thinks I ain't good she thinks I need to die
You made the kindest boy cry
You can't fool me cuz I see with my eyes
I don't want to make you cry
(cry)
[Verse]
I got a bad feelin' about everything
But I can talk with you about anything you want
(anything you want)
Pay me a visit let me pay all the costs
You living rent free in my fucking thoughts
Only these hills know how we fall
And doesn't matter how much we're tall
Feelin' small, feeling up against the wall
[Hook]
She thinks I ain't good she thinks I need to die
You made the kindest boy cry
You can't fool me cuz I see with my eyes
I don't want to make you cry
Yeah
Pt.2
[Verse]
I've been dealing with the pains and depression alone
Thеse bitches love mе but they're some bitches as I known
I ain't got shit but feels like this city Is what I own
I'm living in a house full of sticks and stones
If I ain't hurt Is because I ain't feel my bones
There's alot of message what If I ain't pick the phone
Then everybody forget me so I'll be unknown
It's like everything's lost soon as you left the zone
It's like everyday I met a new bitch that she knows me
She knows who I am and she knows who I fuck with
What If I ain't be the same person again
What If I won't ever wanna touch my pen again
Then how would you know If I feel the pain again
I gotta admit and I'm sure I would say amen
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