Текст песни Sticks - BONES

We used to count on the trash bag
I was stick, stickin' out
Now we don't gotta do no pickin' out
We just claw out the jar 'til we think we out
So tragic but that never happened
Dead end music, you get no traffic
Only thing worse than to hear you rap
Is to listen to the sound of a stairwell crackin'
See the seshcrown and the peasants get bashin'
We make racket, they book it like Scholastic
Never met passion, you don't know action
Never heard of doin' shit just cause you have to
Never took steps, you know me, I'm glad to be
Livin' on stage, you forever in the rafters
I'ma show you ways you can do it, no askin'
Reachin' for faith that you never had to

I can show you things, there's a hundred million ways to lead the world
But you gotta do it your own way
I can show you things, there's a hundred million ways to lead the world
But you gotta do it your own way