Alone again again alone Patiently waiting by the phone Hoping that you will call me home The pain inside my love denied Hopes and dreams swallowed by
I'm ready to let go I feel so alone again I know that I need you To help me make it through the night and I pray That you believe in me You gave
Little Eyes See through me again They know all of my sin As I try to hide it away again And I know that you?e there And I see how much you care But I
Sometimes I feel so alone Like a kid without a name Despite all the scars that I let show No one really knows my face Because happiness is the mask I
Sitting on a swingset Watching days go bye Conversations about nothing Streets light on It's time to go home I'm not worried about tomorrow Cause it
had known the hurt they had done While your fists stayed right Right by your side Your words, they bruise me deep inside I'd rather have sticks and stones
like a stepping stone Because you keep using me like a stepping stone Because you keep using me like a stepping stone Because you keep using me like a stepping stone
trouble i'm drunk, i'm being sick, i feel like shit i hope i haven't missed the last train or i'll be stuck in hampton wick with the boys on the other
cities burning down And the stones in the road flew out beneath our bicycle tires Worlds removed from all those fires as we raced each other home And
in heat and I'll you a liar And we'll throw stones until we're dead So call me a bitch in heat and I'll you a motherfucker And we'll throw stones
Like pebbles on a beach Kicked around, displaced by feet Like broken stones - all trying to get home Like a loser's reach Too slow and short to hit
say the Benz make em' hop out the thong. Without the money. You can't go wrong. I'm in the coop da ville. The brains full blown. So get like me. What other
these stones unturned So quit, so loud, so clear - just clouds Open up your eyes - stray bits of junk From the chipped to the smashest, From the dented to the squashed Stones
I go by the name of Stones but you could all me S.T. for short yo... (background chettering) Verse 1: Mix a sick track up with a sick rap you get that young nigga stones
slide in it you riding with B.A.R. this is for my ladies drunk by the Bar-a Teesha, Keysha, Tasha, Samara live for today and we say fuck tomorrow Chorus 1x Verse 3 (Stones
do that, do that, do that, do that, do that, do that, show them it aint nothing to that, uhhh! chea! Okay Okay O! Verse 1: Stones up in this bitch we
I let you have it 16 shot's now you do the math-matics [Chorus] [Verse 3:] I'm on the curb slinging herb to them pot-heads While my man on the other
em to the promise land off modern plantations and from this day forth i swear to my resignation i be the hottest nigga out of my generation making stones
