Boys Don't Cry
Lotta keys on my belt, none are the key to success
Key to the streets could be the key to regret
Key to my dorm room was the key to my debt
And the key to my whip could be the key to my death
How much trust do it take to believe in what's next?
And how much doubt in return until I doubt in my steps?
Creeping up the stairs of life trying not to fall too much deeper in stress
I took a nasty tumble off my last flight from Los Angeles
All I see is producers on sets with crews claiming that "we the best"
Made me believe if that was true then I'd be catching checks
I mean, I'm 23 already, is this as good as it gets?
I been working on myself, but still I crash and burn
Waking up from dreams about people who used to leave when I was asleep
Guess that's what it means to leave 'em to rest
Granny went home to be with Jesus back in 2017
Tears hot like the color red, felt them fall on my chest and seep through my vest
I didn't cry for the dead, I cried 'cause I knew change was coming
Pressure shifted from weights on my shoulders to an ache in my head
Painted numbers fade like the entryway to places I used to get educated
And memories escaping the cells in my brain like jailbreaks
What's left are pains with no bars left
Tell me where my heart's kept
I've seen the sunset a thousand times, but I still ain't no star in the west
Me and my ex used to have great days in the east
Going nowhere fast, car mileage doing digits
Now we don't even speak
Was that all for nothing?
I talk to God as much as possible
But sometimes the only response I get is him calling my bluff and I'm like, "shit"
What type of calling is this?
Should I be calling it off?
I'm just confessing my sins
Breathing heavy as hell, I'll wipe the fog from my lens
Scrape the frost off the glass, how refreshing
Spending my winters in regression
People coming out of the woodwork when they hear you depressed
But when you tell 'em direct it's too much
I respect it
Let's blow it off like chalk in the wind
Boys don't cry and men don't say shit about what's bothering them
Key to the streets could be the key to regret
Key to my dorm room was the key to my debt
And the key to my whip could be the key to my death
How much trust do it take to believe in what's next?
And how much doubt in return until I doubt in my steps?
Creeping up the stairs of life trying not to fall too much deeper in stress
I took a nasty tumble off my last flight from Los Angeles
All I see is producers on sets with crews claiming that "we the best"
Made me believe if that was true then I'd be catching checks
I mean, I'm 23 already, is this as good as it gets?
I been working on myself, but still I crash and burn
Waking up from dreams about people who used to leave when I was asleep
Guess that's what it means to leave 'em to rest
Granny went home to be with Jesus back in 2017
Tears hot like the color red, felt them fall on my chest and seep through my vest
I didn't cry for the dead, I cried 'cause I knew change was coming
Pressure shifted from weights on my shoulders to an ache in my head
Painted numbers fade like the entryway to places I used to get educated
And memories escaping the cells in my brain like jailbreaks
What's left are pains with no bars left
Tell me where my heart's kept
I've seen the sunset a thousand times, but I still ain't no star in the west
Me and my ex used to have great days in the east
Going nowhere fast, car mileage doing digits
Now we don't even speak
Was that all for nothing?
I talk to God as much as possible
But sometimes the only response I get is him calling my bluff and I'm like, "shit"
What type of calling is this?
Should I be calling it off?
I'm just confessing my sins
Breathing heavy as hell, I'll wipe the fog from my lens
Scrape the frost off the glass, how refreshing
Spending my winters in regression
People coming out of the woodwork when they hear you depressed
But when you tell 'em direct it's too much
I respect it
Let's blow it off like chalk in the wind
Boys don't cry and men don't say shit about what's bothering them
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Writer(s): Alexander Degrange
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