Stitches Lyrics

I keep it tucked

Tommy tucked

It's a gun

Run it up

He pulling up

Yeah he fucked up

He wan pull up

This ain't a joke

Aim with scope

Blow his dome

Tot the chrome

Bullets go

They ain't for show

I'll make a show

Cos I'm the goat

Look look

I be sitting on the mantle

I have problems inside problems shit that I can't handle

She kicked to the curb put my face up to the gravel

Reminiscent of a distant past whilst

Her blade has unravelled

She stabbed me in the heart

My stitches rip apart

For the last time I think that this girl

Had planned this from the start

Break apart crashing hard

Running in just like I'm Bart

Broken heart like tony stark

I keep it tucked

Tommy tucked

It's a gun

Run it up

pulling up

Yeah he fucked up

He wan pull up

This ain't a joke

Aim with scope

Blow his dome

Tot the chrome

Bullets go

They ain't for show

I'll make a show

Cos I'm the goat

Look look

I be feeling I be thinking

My mum and dad are never sad ever since we left Lincoln

Ever since I kept it clean I make sure I ain't geekin

Now I just walk away if I see some weirdo tweakin

Yet I'm tweakin then I tweeting fuck with me I'll leave you bleeding

You locked me in a room where there was a closing ceiling

Broken heart Ripped apart

Guess I didn't even need it

I look around and I can't find another reason

I keep it tucked

Tommy tucked

It's a gun

Run it up

pulling up

Yeah he fucked up

He wan pull up

This ain't a joke

Aim with scope

Blow his dome

Tot the chrome

Bullets go

They ain't for show

I'll make a show

Cos I'm the goat

Look look