Stinky Pete - Death+us (feat. Jayrich) Lyrics

I don't feel right when I sit in my skin
Sticks and Stones
Stick a bone, into the nose of the man
It's getting cold and all I know is how to pick up the pen
So maybe I can stay distracted
Keep myself out the pen
Now all I ever really got to say was that i'm depressed
So heres a little bit about me
I stay low and distressed
I try to see the bigger picture before I get to pressing
And Ion really even care if it's a shirt or a dress
I only got a couple brothers that gone be about it
And in the press of a button they gone reset ya heart
I met the maker, I'll make it, but I can see you doubting
I hope my blood keep the pressure when death do us apart
I only got a couple brothers that gone be about it
And in the press of a button they gone reset ya heart
I met the maker, I'll make it, but I can see you doubting
I hope my blood keep the pressure when death do us apart
Grab the bullet i'm pulling back on the hammer
Ion even know if i'd rather be dead or in the slammer
I met the maker, He showed me the plans
Put em in my hand
I had to turn around my life and wipe the blood on my pants
Grab the bullet i'm pulling back on the hammer
Ion even know if i'd rather be dead or in the slammer
I met the maker, He showed me the plans
Put em in my hand
I had to turn around my life and wipe the blood on my pants
I'm an outcast
The fame'll never last
Better save ya money
And ya know I spend it fast
Hopefully I find my way
Before I crash
Maybe one day we'll be together
Maybe someday you'll be bout whatever
You know I show up no matter the weather
Rain or shine, I'll be there to give you shelter
Maybe one day
You will see
That all this was meant to be
Maybe one day
We will see
If it really is just you and me
Yeah i'm driving through the rain
Listen to the music and it's coping with the pain
Gotta get it through my brain
Can't do this shit and go insane ouu
Gotta step up on my game, aye
Yeah
Hands in my pants
I be feeling myself
Oh ya girl on my pocket
She be feeling my wealth
I can't do this shit no more
It be hurting my health
God damn
Need to stop it
I be hurting myself
Aye
Coming from the projects
Boy we call it the bluffs
I got the project in my pocket
Boy you know that it's tough
I got the pocket, in my rocket
Boy I came from the mud
Bitch i'm a mutt
Always f*ckin testing my luck
I don't feel right when I sit in my skin
Sticks and Stones
Stick a bone, into the nose of the man
It's getting cold and all I know is how to pick up the pen
So maybe I can stay distracted
Keep myself out the pen
Now all I ever really got to say was that i'm depressed
So heres a little bit about me
I stay low and distressed
I try to see the bigger picture before I get to pressing
And Ion really even care if it's a shirt or a dress
I don't feel right when I sit in my skin
Sticks and Stones
Stick a bone, into the nose of the man
It's getting cold and all I know is how to pick up the pen
So maybe I can stay distracted
Keep myself out the pen
Now all I ever really got to say was that i'm depressed
So heres a little bit about me
I stay low and distressed
I try to see the bigger picture before I get to pressing
And Ion really even care if it's a shirt or a dress
I only got a couple brothers that gone be about it
And in the press of a button they gone reset ya heart
I met the maker, I'll make it, but I can see you doubting
I hope my blood keep the pressure when death do us apart
Grab the bullet i'm pulling back on the hammer
Ion even know if i'd rather be dead or in the slammer
I met the maker, He showed me the plans
Put em in my hand
I had to turn around my life and wipe the blood on my pants