Kayote - 6nStonez

Sticks and Stones, they ain't break my bones, but my pride was weak
Now there's hesitation in my tone when I try to speak
Days in isolation tryna cope with the spite in me
As if it made sense to be alone when you cry and weep
Sticks and Stones, they ain't break my bones, but my pride was weak
When I said that I was fighting demons I was fighting me
What else would you get when you mix fire with anxiety
And sobriety, or lack thereof
Those you love hurt you most so why would I share love?
I done let me lose it all and I did not care once
Cuz, what'll come is meant to come
And what if wasn't never 'nough
Want to try to, never done it
Karmic Cycles, check circumference
Wrongs'll bite you, left you hungry
Wrong or right you, said and done it
The universe is you inversed ya human first
It's you versus you, you searching who determines who to hurt
The proofs in work, certain moves burn from improving, accruing worth
It's in you to get to doing it, moving til you emerge
Sticks and Stones, they ain't break my bones, but my pride was weak
Now there's hesitation in my tone when I try to speak
Days in isolation tryna cope with the spite in me
As if it made sense to be alone when you cry and weep
Sticks and Stones, they ain't break my bones, but my pride was weak
When I said that I was fighting demons I was fighting me
What else would you get when you mix fire with anxiety
And sobriety, or lack thereof
What you find? A self authoring mind
Niggas so pressed to fuel the flame they got lost in the fire
Once set ablaze it's uncontainable, awfully wild
How quickly things can get away from you sparking a lie
I took a step back in the cave chasing darkest desires
I couldn't step to all the thangs that I wanted to find
But making lessons out of pain is a part of the grind
You gotta step out of the shade if you wanting to shine
Sticks and Stones, they ain't break my bones, but my pride was weak
Now there's hesitation in my tone when I try to speak
Days in isolation tryna cope with the spite in me
As if it made sense to be alone when you cry and weep
Sticks and Stones, they ain't break my bones, but my pride was weak
When I said that I was fighting demons I was fighting me
What else would you get when you mix fire with anxiety
And sobriety, or lack thereof

Written by:
Kayote, Ethan Steide

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