Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Dry Cry, artist - Avelino. Album song Young Fire, Old Flame, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 11.12.2015
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Renowned
Song language: English
Dry Cry |
| Should I cry, cry, cry |
| Till my tears turn dry? |
| Still I dry cry |
| Still I dry cry |
| Said I cry, cry, cry |
| Till my tears turn dry |
| Still I dry cry |
| Still I dry cry |
| I cry, cry, cry |
| Till my tears turn dry |
| Still I Still I dry cry |
| I cry, cry, cry |
| Till my tears turn dry |
| Still I dry cry |
| Still I dry cry |
| I was crying when I was born |
| I hope they’re laughing when I die |
| Hope I’ve got a castle in the sky |
| I’ll play 2Pac for Biggie while I’m passing in the ride |
| In my blue suede shoes, I’m moonwalking with Michael |
| Probably on gear so they’re fucking up the cycle |
| Seen my mum cry so who the fuck I’m gonna cry to? |
| Kinda made me cry too |
| Probably got a tear for every chapter in the Bible |
| Probably got knocked from every label that I signed to Probably clipped my wings every time I tried to fly through |
| Probably got a scar every time I saw a rival, the game’s suicidal |
| We were in our teens, moving like children |
| Tryna fight the grown-ups, mirroring our olders |
| Shame they didn’t teach us how to be shopowners |
| Shame they didn’t teach us how to give the Glock coma/glaucoma |
| Sony’s supposed to rise anytime the beef woke up Instead of tryna send me to the shop to buy cola |
| When you’re moving coca, can I get an O, bruv? |
| Them times there, I was tryna buy Armani |
| Man, I had to share a loaf of bread with my auntie |
| Why we gonna toast? |
| Walk-in centre’s |
| Like a hand-me-down zone cuh we’re sharing all our clothes |
| Shoe don’t fit? |
| You better throw that to a cousin |
| Deep down, I’m pretending that I don’t love 'em |
| Can I at least keep the laces? |
| They’re my favourite trainers |
| I ain’t ungrateful, I’m just tryna be the greatest |
| Providence knocking and we’re dodging all the bailiffs |
| Truth is, I was making it before I made it |
| I’ll never be famous, I don’t even know what fame is How can any Christmas that I have be merry times? |
| When I’m doing 24, my brother’s doing 25 |
| I guess they’re both different ways of growing over time |
| I cry, cry, cry |
| Till my tears turn dry |
| Still I dry cry |
| Still I dry cry |
| I cry, cry, cry |
| Till my tears turn dry |
| Still I dry cry |
| Still I dry cry |
| Till my tears turn dry |
| Still I dry cry |
| Still I dry cry |
| Yeah |
| Oh, yeah, oh, yeah |
| Mmm |
| I think I dry cry |
| I think my tears give me dry eyes |
| I wouldn’t mind getting my mind right |
| They’re tryna make my brothers FaceTime and I don’t like Skype |
| If this is what life’s like, I don’t like life anymore |
| I don’t want my conscience on my mind anymore |
| It’s hard to stay focused when you’re tryna bury flaws |
| The writing’s on the wall so I don’t write anymore, no See, I don’t like looking back |
| But I like it when I’m looking at her looking back |
| Good girl gone bad, I found the good in that |
| I swear I gave her everyting until I took it back |
| I’ll admit, that’s something that I don’t ever admit |
| I’m from the school of hard knocks so there’s no test for the kid |
| Where I’m from, you get a bitter rep for repping your bits |
| There’s no rest for the wicked until you rest in a ditch |
| I miss you, I miss you, I’d give you my flesh, I need tissues |
| I’d diss you, I’d diss you, we’d never made issues an issue |
| I talk to myself with no reply |
| Friends I grew up with died, guess I’m growing over life, yeah |
| Should I cry, cry, cry |
| Till my tears turn dry? |
| Still I dry cry |
| Still I dry cry |
| Said I cry, cry, cry |
| Till my tears turn dry |
| Still I dry cry |
| Still I dry cry |
| I cry, cry, cry |
| Till my tears turn dry |
| Still I Still I dry cry |
| I cry, cry, cry |
| Till my tears turn dry |
| Still I dry cry |
| Still I dry cry |