Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Cry , by - Square One. Song from the album Walk of Life, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопRelease date: 28.07.2016
Record label: Showdown
Song language: English
Cry |
| She was a smart girl but never came to finish |
| Her school Disobeying what she used to call |
| The sinister rules The minister knew, they |
| Grew one special bondage |
| An overly calm kid but haunted! |
| 13 and good her belly started to bust, cold crush |
| No one to trust, that’s why she kept it on the hush… |
| Yo, six months passed: robbed off her smile |
| She had to go down south to give birth to a child |
| We lost touch, one day coming back from tour |
| Everybody bugging, guess who just move next door |
| Saw her frame buying pampers at the grocery-store |
| Try to front like she really don’t know me no more |
| Played it off no sweat god forgive why try |
| Every now and then, a hi and bye bye |
| My man Pete, always see her twisted in clubs |
| Shaking them thangs for Chris', only kick it with thugs |
| Who would really be surprised if she dipped into drugs |
| The word got around that she be pimping her love |
| Simply because, that’s what her misery does |
| Constantly trying to find a way to bigger her buzz |
| Few months ago, she met this big-time baller |
| That’s when the real shit started off. |
| All I’ve known is pain and sorrow in my life |
| Please don’t let me cry |
| Today I’ve learned to love tomorrows of my life |
| Please don’t let me cry |
| And all the things that I’ve been through |
| Just kept my pride and I stayed true |
| Please don’t let me cry, please don’t let me cry |
| Killer was well known for slinging bricks of cocaine |
| Two gambling spots, pushing tricks with code-names |
| The type with gold chains, a bully with bad taste |
| A mad face, quick to get your ass laced… |
| Deep in her heart she needed a father figure |
| Blind to the fact what’s got her problems triggered |
| Seeking reflections in bottles of Hennessy |
| Re-evaluating her sorrows and tendencies |
| Neglecting her own on the phone smoking bones |
| What’s all that noise coming out of her broken home? |
| Domestic violation, pain isolation |
| You won’t find no answers being patient |
| Writing predicaments for whole generations |
| It’s not a battle, (what?) annihilation! |