Stones lyrics
by Rotting Out
Cast your stones
Poke your nose in my events like you sat front row
I'm poking holes in your story, The fact is you don’t f*cking know
Where I'm from you’ve tried to glorify
In my slums I’m failure personified
f*ck you and f*ck your friends too
And f*ck everything you thought you knew
About me and what I've seen and everything I've been through
Suburban prodigy but you talk about “hard-knocks”
What do you know about long nights in a small box?
Who the f*ck is you?
So when I see you, you know you’re not like me
When I confront you, you’ll have forgotten how to speak
Coward