Big K.R.I.T. - Sticks & Stones

Sticks & Stones Lyrics

[Hook]x2
All I had was sticks and stones
To do a song
One shot to give them something they can feel
Lay it down place your bets
This is what we call Rhythm Roulette

[Verse]
I'm thinking way back when
Tryna to make something outta nothing
Grandma jammin' to music
Well why you doing all that cussing?
I'm like, It's a part of the game
Like when the 808 bang
And knock your pictures of the wall
And you get mad
I'm on some tryna be better than what they expect
A country boy that like rap music but keep Willie Hutch off in the deck
I know that's unorthodox, my flow
But sometimes the poetry much better than a metaphor
And when the groove is right you gotta settle for it
Cause you made this beat thirty minutes ago
And that's just me (that's just me)
I make my own beats, write my own rhymes
That's just me (that's just me)
[?] till' the sun die
That's just we (that's just we)
All my family and friends
My brother, my sister, my cousin and kin
To the end

[Hook]x2

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