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

Never on stage, you forever in the rafters

I’ma show you ways you can do it, no askin'

Reachin' for favors that you never had to

I can show you things, there’s a hundred million ways to be the one

But you gotta do it your own way

I can show you things, there’s a hundred million ways to be the one

But you gotta do it your own way