Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Cry Baby, artist - Reks. Album song Grey Hairs, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 21.07.2008
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Brick, Show Off
Song language: English
Cry Baby |
Out of the heavens it did rain |
Pamala Christine will endure, through the pain |
Barely 17, no big plans or wedding rings |
She was still in high school, ditchin' class, nahmean? |
She was not a fiend but she smoke |
Not a dream or a hope |
Alex would have stayed but Alex ass strayed |
Still she was knocked up, Alex got locked up |
Would have took binoculars to find where baby papa was |
Still the object of the story is the shorty with a shortie in her stomach |
Pamela was confronted, will you keep this here a secret? |
Could you raise it? |
Could you keep it? |
Saddest part, this is deja vu got her thinkin' |
If the baby wasn’t aborted |
It’s be the second little Corey |
And I know she can’t afford it, she a youngin' in the mix |
Barely fill her own tummy, tell me how it come to this? |
I heard Pamela got a baby |
The woman got to feel the pain |
A damn shame, the child barely 17 |
No more goals, no more dreams for her foolery |
It left dear momma weak |
What will it do to me? |
Pam’s got a baby |
Someone’s got to feel the pain |
A damn shame, the child barely 17 |
No more goals, no more dreams for her foolery |
It left dear momma weak |
What will it do to me? |
Who know 'bout hunger pains? |
Suffer with baby sisters |
How many have you lost? |
Audrey and B. I miss ya |
Corey can never floss |
Hand-me-down torn skimpies |
Livin' with auntie, «Is momma comin'?» |
it’s sorta iffy |
Daddy was never there |
I used to box with Billy |
Streets of Newbury raised me and I love my city |
Came from a broken home |
Folks smokin' marijuana |
Sniffin' them lines, I wrote rhymes on Park & Howard corner |
Felt like parent’s disowned us |
Spock and me used to roam |
Across the city, low pockets, lookin' for room and home |
You niggas deep into dinners, I said to each his own |
I got a head on my shoulders and plus this microphone |
Grew up with nothin', we made somethin' on them holidays |
For kicked out of school made momma a lot less proud of A’s |
Nicky, baby bro, look I apologize |
Just thought you could see daddy within your brother’s eyes |
Little knucklehead, wet the bed, many fears |
Got to 18 alive on my momma sweatin' tears |
And I’m here |
Still crazy |
Secrets revealed, wish I kept it concealed |
Cry baby |
I heard Pamela got a baby |
The woman got to feel the pain |
A damn shame, the child barely 17 |
No more goals, no more dreams for her foolery |
It left dear momma weak |
What will it do to me? |
Pam’s got a baby |
Someone’s got to feel the pain |
A damn shame, the child barely 17 |
No more goals, no more dreams for her foolery |
It left dear momma weak |
What will it do to me? |
Young teen |
If daddy dies of A.I.D.S. |
don’t you cry baby |
Rat and roaches infested but we’ll get by baby |
Slept on that pull out so many nights had my eyes lazy |
Little brats on the streets, fixin' to die maybe |
Don’t want my boys comin' over, she gettin' high daily |
I coulda tried harder, to help you get by momma |
I now see how you lost your life due to my father |
Accept my deepest regrets, I showed you disrespect |
Couldn’t take all that yellin', I had pride to protect |
I love you Pamela |
I love you Trevor too |
Scars and scrapes, ups and downs understandable |
If you was me as a child I couldn’t handle you |
But you was givin' at gifts, see struggle and persist |
See trouble, can’t resist |
I’m changin' my ways, new books is in this music |
But I’m aimin' for A’s |
Nowadays even cowards spray, all I do is pray |
I’m cool to walk in your light |
Just help me find my way |
And I’m here, still crazy |
Secrets revealed |
Wish I kept 'em concealed |
Cry baby |
Cry baby |
Cry |
I heard Pamela got a baby |
The woman got to feel the pain |
A damn shame, the child barely 17 |
No more goals, no more dreams for her foolery |
It left dear momma weak |
What will it do to me? |
Pam’s got a baby |
Someone’s got to feel the pain |
A damn shame, the child barely 17 |
No more goals, no more dreams for her foolery |
It left dear momma weak |
What will it do to me? |