BOYS DONT CRiii
Momma said
Pick your self up
Boys don't cry
Sorry if I start to act numb
I can feel the trauma still
I won't lie
Sorry if I start to look glum
Ion got no feelings for you
I could try to fake it
To keep it truthful
Yeah I left a couple
Bad Bitches
Waiting
(Yeah)
I put dimes on my wait list
(Yeah)
Til this day they still waiting
I could most definitely pop my shit (SHIT)
Swagger in my talk (MY TALK)
Laid back in my walk (MY WALK)
Try me you get chalked (GET CHALKED)
Cradle to the grave
Live fast and die young
This is not a race lil boy
I ain't start to run
Pick your self up
Boys don't cry
Sorry if I start to act numb
I can feel the trauma still
I won't lie
Sorry if I start to look glum
Don't ask for anything
I won't do a thing for Ya
You better play your role
Then maybe I'll believe in ya
Don't you dare look at me this way
When you look I can't feel your pain
Running from my demons backwards
Best to not lose site of them
Looking all my enemies in their face
Cause I admire them
Gotta keep them closer than your friends
So they can't hide again
Stab me in my back give you the knife
So you can try again
Lost my feelings
Lost my self
But can't lose control
Pick me up when I die
I'm as light as my soul
(Yeah ohh-ohh ohh-ohh-
Ohh-ahh-ohh-ahh-ughh
Ohh-ahh ughh-ahh-ohh ohh-ahh-ughh)
Momma said
Pick your self up
Boys don't cry
Sorry if I start to act numb
I can feel the trauma still
I won't lie
Sorry if I start to look glum
Ss-ss suck my genitalia
I'm not scared of ya
Popped-Popped Ear Drums Boy
We ain't heard of ya
Kuh-kuh keep popping shit (boy)
We get rid of ya
Yu-yu yous a glass window boy
We can see-through ya
He most definitely cap
He ain't even get to the bag
Second guess everything that he raps
He ain't neva been to the trap
He ain't even seen a whole kilo
Break down in the hood til it's zero
Break it down to my pockets is full
Then lay low like Robert Dinero
His bitch was in heat
So I had to beat
No I cannot eat (nah nah)
No I cannot eat (nah nah)
But that bitch said she taste good
She said she taste sweet
No I cannot eat (uh uh)
No I cannot eat (uh uh)
Pick your self up
Boys don't cry
Sorry if I start to act numb
I can feel the trauma still
I won't lie
Sorry if I start to look glum
Ion got no feelings for you
I could try to fake it
To keep it truthful
Yeah I left a couple
Bad Bitches
Waiting
(Yeah)
I put dimes on my wait list
(Yeah)
Til this day they still waiting
I could most definitely pop my shit (SHIT)
Swagger in my talk (MY TALK)
Laid back in my walk (MY WALK)
Try me you get chalked (GET CHALKED)
Cradle to the grave
Live fast and die young
This is not a race lil boy
I ain't start to run
Pick your self up
Boys don't cry
Sorry if I start to act numb
I can feel the trauma still
I won't lie
Sorry if I start to look glum
Don't ask for anything
I won't do a thing for Ya
You better play your role
Then maybe I'll believe in ya
Don't you dare look at me this way
When you look I can't feel your pain
Running from my demons backwards
Best to not lose site of them
Looking all my enemies in their face
Cause I admire them
Gotta keep them closer than your friends
So they can't hide again
Stab me in my back give you the knife
So you can try again
Lost my feelings
Lost my self
But can't lose control
Pick me up when I die
I'm as light as my soul
(Yeah ohh-ohh ohh-ohh-
Ohh-ahh-ohh-ahh-ughh
Ohh-ahh ughh-ahh-ohh ohh-ahh-ughh)
Momma said
Pick your self up
Boys don't cry
Sorry if I start to act numb
I can feel the trauma still
I won't lie
Sorry if I start to look glum
Ss-ss suck my genitalia
I'm not scared of ya
Popped-Popped Ear Drums Boy
We ain't heard of ya
Kuh-kuh keep popping shit (boy)
We get rid of ya
Yu-yu yous a glass window boy
We can see-through ya
He most definitely cap
He ain't even get to the bag
Second guess everything that he raps
He ain't neva been to the trap
He ain't even seen a whole kilo
Break down in the hood til it's zero
Break it down to my pockets is full
Then lay low like Robert Dinero
His bitch was in heat
So I had to beat
No I cannot eat (nah nah)
No I cannot eat (nah nah)
But that bitch said she taste good
She said she taste sweet
No I cannot eat (uh uh)
No I cannot eat (uh uh)
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