| Should I cry, cry, cry
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| Till my tears turn dry?
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| Still I dry cry
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| Still I dry cry
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| Said I cry, cry, cry
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| Till my tears turn dry
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| Still I dry cry
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| Still I dry cry
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| I cry, cry, cry
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| Till my tears turn dry
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| Still I Still I dry cry
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| I cry, cry, cry
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| Till my tears turn dry
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| Still I dry cry
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| Still I dry cry
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| I was crying when I was born
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| I hope they’re laughing when I die
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| Hope I’ve got a castle in the sky
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| I’ll play 2Pac for Biggie while I’m passing in the ride
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| In my blue suede shoes, I’m moonwalking with Michael
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| Probably on gear so they’re fucking up the cycle
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| Seen my mum cry so who the fuck I’m gonna cry to?
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| Kinda made me cry too
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| Probably got a tear for every chapter in the Bible
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| Probably got knocked from every label that I signed to Probably clipped my wings every time I tried to fly through
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| Probably got a scar every time I saw a rival, the game’s suicidal
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| We were in our teens, moving like children
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| Tryna fight the grown-ups, mirroring our olders
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| Shame they didn’t teach us how to be shopowners
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| Shame they didn’t teach us how to give the Glock coma/glaucoma
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| Sony’s supposed to rise anytime the beef woke up Instead of tryna send me to the shop to buy cola
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| When you’re moving coca, can I get an O, bruv?
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| Them times there, I was tryna buy Armani
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| Man, I had to share a loaf of bread with my auntie
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| Why we gonna toast? |
| Walk-in centre’s
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| Like a hand-me-down zone cuh we’re sharing all our clothes
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| Shoe don’t fit? |
| You better throw that to a cousin
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| Deep down, I’m pretending that I don’t love 'em
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| Can I at least keep the laces? |
| They’re my favourite trainers
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| I ain’t ungrateful, I’m just tryna be the greatest
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| Providence knocking and we’re dodging all the bailiffs
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| Truth is, I was making it before I made it
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| I’ll never be famous, I don’t even know what fame is How can any Christmas that I have be merry times?
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| When I’m doing 24, my brother’s doing 25
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| I guess they’re both different ways of growing over time
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| I cry, cry, cry
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| Till my tears turn dry
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| Still I dry cry
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| Still I dry cry
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| I cry, cry, cry
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| Till my tears turn dry
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| Still I dry cry
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| Still I dry cry
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| Till my tears turn dry
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| Still I dry cry
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| Still I dry cry
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| Yeah
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| Oh, yeah, oh, yeah
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| Mmm
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| I think I dry cry
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| I think my tears give me dry eyes
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| I wouldn’t mind getting my mind right
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| They’re tryna make my brothers FaceTime and I don’t like Skype
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| If this is what life’s like, I don’t like life anymore
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| I don’t want my conscience on my mind anymore
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| It’s hard to stay focused when you’re tryna bury flaws
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| The writing’s on the wall so I don’t write anymore, no See, I don’t like looking back
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| But I like it when I’m looking at her looking back
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| Good girl gone bad, I found the good in that
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| I swear I gave her everyting until I took it back
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| I’ll admit, that’s something that I don’t ever admit
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| I’m from the school of hard knocks so there’s no test for the kid
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| Where I’m from, you get a bitter rep for repping your bits
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| There’s no rest for the wicked until you rest in a ditch
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| I miss you, I miss you, I’d give you my flesh, I need tissues
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| I’d diss you, I’d diss you, we’d never made issues an issue
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| I talk to myself with no reply
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| Friends I grew up with died, guess I’m growing over life, yeah
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| Should I cry, cry, cry
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| Till my tears turn dry?
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| Still I dry cry
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| Still I dry cry
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| Said I cry, cry, cry
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| Till my tears turn dry
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| Still I dry cry
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| Still I dry cry
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| I cry, cry, cry
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| Till my tears turn dry
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| Still I Still I dry cry
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| I cry, cry, cry
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| Till my tears turn dry
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| Still I dry cry
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| Still I dry cry |