Stick And Move
Stick and move, stick and move
That's what my relationships cause me to do
Take a blow.. hug it out. Stick and move
Take another blow, hug it out.. I'm now starting to bruise
Taking shots in the same place..
It's turning my beautiful heart black and blue..
Falling back, digressions, taking verbal abuse
Not saying what I really feel to prevent from hurting you
But do you have the same consideration for me too?
Do you care about what damage your words can ensue?
No, you don't care.
This is like a Trilla in Manila.
May the best man win.
The shots you make definitely punctured my skin.