Lyrics Olde World - Crying

Olde World

I’m not a witch;
I’m just a woman!
Even if I were, I wouldn’t be a mean one
Pour one out for the homies that live on my floor
And won’t hold the elevator doors 'cause
They’re better than that
I’m better than that
But they still spit at me
I’d cast a spell, but I don’t know one!
Even if I did, it’d probably be for fun and stuff
Every time I spot a homie that lives on my floor
I still hold the elevator doors 'cause
I’m better than that
I’m better than that
But they still spit at me
Gotta file my taxes just like every other guy
Gotta see the dentist just like every other guy
Gotta check my email just like every other guy
Gotta sip that 40 just like every other guy