Stick It - Soren Bryce

I like the way your hair sits

Up on your head in the morning

I like the way my head fits

Between the sheets with a gun

Hey-ey-ey-ey

Hey-ey-ey-ey

Hey-ey-ey-ey

Stick it

Hey-ey-ey-ey

Hey-ey-ey-ey

Hey-ey-ey-ey

Stick it

What could you want from me?

I’m wanderlust and I’m lost within you

Knives to our backs cut our coats

They weren’t that nice to begin with

Knives used as words cut our throats

The worst part’s now I can’t smoke

Hey-ey-ey-ey

Hey-ey-ey-ey

Hey-ey-ey-ey

Stick it

Hey-ey-ey-ey

Hey-ey-ey-ey

Hey-ey-ey-ey

Stick it

What could you want from me?

I’m wanderlust and I’m lost within you

What could you want from me?

I’m wanderlust and I’m lost within you

What could you want from me?

I’m wanderlust and I’m lost within you

Hey-ey

Hey-ey-ey

Hey-ey-ey-ey

Stick it

Hey-ey

Hey-ey-ey

Hey-ey-ey-ey

Stick it

Hey-ey

Hey-ey-ey

Hey-ey-ey-ey

Stick it

Hey-ey

Hey-ey-ey

Hey-ey-ey-ey

Stick it