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sticks & stones - versal lyrics

[intro]
(i don’t know what psychotic means really, clinically
i don’t know
nervous? or introverted? or what does it mean?
off your head
oh really?)

[verse 1: versal]
sh*t
i just break*in and enter
energy focused in on the center
peep the door to your mind, enter your temple
talk to the god, pray he change up your mental
i talk to god like i’m here for the devil
change your god’s plan, give your ass a new schedule
teach your ass a lesson, like you ain’t go to lecture
i don’t write words, i only write letters
to your b*tch, to your mom
on one hand, got you pause
now she on the end of my line, dot com
she wanna link, so i copied it off
i type, “you ain’t my type”
that’s why i’m sp*cing my bars
on the key stuck between the two alt’s
go against anything but the odds
f*ck it, what’s life without risk
got my heart on my sleeve, got a sleeve full of tricks
i’m moving too fast like a jordan hicks pitch, can’t catch in your mitt
got your hands in a sh*thole
my hands on the pistol
leave a tide in the ripple
make it big, little by little
make it big little by little
i’m stuck in your head, got you stuck in your ways
up right in the front of the cinema stage
and i’m going right up like the minimum wage
f*ck an encore, they shout give him a raise
yuh
[hook]
sticks and stones might break your bones, but words don’t hurt they’re sayin’
but my words enter, just to leave you crazy
just to leave you crazy
just to leave you crazy
now you sayin’, you thinkin’ you insane
got you prayin’, sayin’ god’s name in vain

[verse 2: garrett goodman]
put ink down with the ballpen
i’m the king now, wrist cost 10
i’m ballin’, shots all in
sh*t panned out and it’s all planned
i would off them for the nonsense
same starting five, run the offense
been off it, too often
and i…
drip off white, she off xans
got dirty sprite, cause i’m coughing
need a lozenge, hoes talk sh*t, too often
in the office, woke up to the plug calling
like ring ring its the prophet, write a trap verse like a sonnet
and i take off with the comets
mask on, i’m anonymous
too sauced up like condiments
got a lot to get, a whole lot to give
need a big crib whole lotta whips
been going dumb, no scholarship
won’t show her love and won’t offer it
cause we’re not the same, we opposites
you talkin’ sh*t, but that’s not a risk
that’s not to mention, my verse make the city bump go crazy, like post*election
sorry, but if you want to smoke with the kid gotta bring your own cause my sh*t expensive
state got me doing 110, now they tellin’ me that i been going reckless
[hook]
sticks and stones might break your bones, but words don’t hurt they’re sayin’
but my words enter, just to leave you crazy
just to leave you crazy
just to leave you crazy
now you sayin’, you thinkin’ you insane
got you prayin’, sayin’ god’s name in vain

[verse 3: pablo swanson]
365 days, double*time paid, taking days off drinking lime*aid
got the crowd jumping like it’s live aid
freddie mercury, you ain’t heard of me, now that’s cap
certainly, i’m consistent with facts
burgundy interior of maybach
(man i know you ain’t got it like that)
standing ovation you tipping the cap
looking through the scope like micro, walking on top like tightrope
got to watch out for the five*0
pockets on fat, no lipo
i got fire shooting out of my larynx
want a feature then you getting embarrassed
unless your name is f*cking sunny or garrett
biting flows rappers sounding like parrots
pair of shoes, getting dirt up on my cleats, aye
eating sushi right up off her tits she j*panese, aye
man i pray for the iced*out wrist with a big right hook and an iced out fist
know one day get an instagram hoe with an only fans page bout’ to like my pic, oh
sent a purple pickle
so sick like sickle
don’t talk too fast, chat too much never do too much
that’s how your ass end up in last
when i write, my head catch flames like ghost of christmas past, run it back on the track aye
boy i’m super ugly, but ur sister want a picture
when she sees me at the mixers i ain’t talk i let the liquor
[hook]
just to leave you crazy
just to leave you crazy
now you sayin’, you thinkin’ you insane
got you prayin’, sayin’ god’s name in vain

- versal lyrics

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