Popping and Crying
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Maybe you can take that shit back when the Benz all black and the pills all blue
Because she love to see the pain in my eyes
She love when I bleed
She love when I cry
And you taste like a Cigarette on a cold Winter night
Put a smile on my face I'm too good at disguising
Yeah, I loved you with all of my heart
Last night I slept alone in my Mustang car
I'm a crazy Motherfucker I see your face in the stars
When I wake up in the morning I don't know if i'm going to be here tomorrow
So laugh while I last
You run through my mind had to lay down a track
I don't know what I was thinking I gave you a knife and you stabbed me
Put it all to the side
Yeah, my brothers know I'm trying they can tell by the bloodshot in my eyes
I feel so alone what's my purpose in life
Yeah, I feel like i'm dying alone every night
Get so damn stressed dropped a four in the Sprite
Yeah, I'm stuck in my head I see nothing but riots
If you felt how I felt you would probably stop trying
In my old Mustang I outdated the Mileage
Why is it always on me? and why am I left with the crying?
Why is everyone so surprised when semi goes silent?
I'm off of them pills they make my head violent
We whip foreign cars you know we are wild
I'm up all night I'm popping and crying
I'm popping and crying
I'm popping and crying
I'm popping and crying
I'm popping and crying
Maybe you can take that shit back when the Benz all black and the pills all blue
Because she love to see the pain in my eyes
She love when I bleed
She love when I cry
And you taste like a Cigarette on a cold Winter night
Put a smile on my face I'm too good at disguising
Yeah, I loved you with all of my heart
Last night I slept alone in my Mustang car
I'm a crazy Motherfucker I see your face in the stars
When I wake up in the morning I don't know if i'm going to be here tomorrow
So laugh while I last
You run through my mind had to lay down a track
I don't know what I was thinking I gave you a knife and you stabbed me
Put it all to the side
Yeah, my brothers know I'm trying they can tell by the bloodshot in my eyes
I feel so alone what's my purpose in life
Yeah, I feel like i'm dying alone every night
Get so damn stressed dropped a four in the Sprite
Yeah, I'm stuck in my head I see nothing but riots
If you felt how I felt you would probably stop trying
In my old Mustang I outdated the Mileage
Why is it always on me? and why am I left with the crying?
Why is everyone so surprised when semi goes silent?
I'm off of them pills they make my head violent
We whip foreign cars you know we are wild
I'm up all night I'm popping and crying
I'm popping and crying
I'm popping and crying
I'm popping and crying
I'm popping and crying
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Writer(s): Wyatt Rutledge
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