Tears

Tear falling pay the real price
Stuff the damn words down his windpipe
Now the dead boy talk to me nice
In the pain I can feel Christ

I can't hear them talking how my dick taste
They trying me now it's too late
Down with the sharks when the ice breaks
Walk out with the drip when it rains

Yeah I made that boy my son
We gon' make a movie how we stunt
He gon' tell me that's a little much
Bitch I go overboard when I jump

Shawty know she can't speak my tongue
I got all this gold in my gums
I can always see through a front
Nah lil bitch I don't give a fuck



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Writer(s): Gwen Snyder
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