i cry too
Tryna act like I'm unbothered
When it really shot me straight through my chest
I let you slide so many times I can't count when
I know not to accept anything less
Than you kissing the ground I walk on
Choose not to comprehend
When your not watching your tone
You speaking to
A goddess
Can you be honest
For once in your life
And not go
Picking for some problems
Some I can't solve em
So I play pretend like I don't care
Who your involved with and you think it's cool
But baby I cry too, under the covers, I cry over you
You been undercover, no it ain't nothing new
When I'm alone and your not there to see
How my tears they weep, I cry too
Well I, I cry, I cry too
I cry too just like you
Hate to let a man notice
When he got me wrapped around his finger
Am I an overthinker?
Even if I love him
I hate to say I like him
This time you got the upper hand and
I been done trying
Blind to the fuck ups
I never judged ya
Slap on the wrist
And a small misdemeanor
I just go and do me, kinda
Better to seem like it doesn't matter
And not let you think you got all the power
But baby I cry to, under the covers, I cry over you
You been undercover, and it ain't nothing new
When I'm alone and your not there to see
How my tears they weep
Well baby I cry too, I cry, I, I cry too Well baby I cry too
I cry too, I cry, I cry, I cry too
When it really shot me straight through my chest
I let you slide so many times I can't count when
I know not to accept anything less
Than you kissing the ground I walk on
Choose not to comprehend
When your not watching your tone
You speaking to
A goddess
Can you be honest
For once in your life
And not go
Picking for some problems
Some I can't solve em
So I play pretend like I don't care
Who your involved with and you think it's cool
But baby I cry too, under the covers, I cry over you
You been undercover, no it ain't nothing new
When I'm alone and your not there to see
How my tears they weep, I cry too
Well I, I cry, I cry too
I cry too just like you
Hate to let a man notice
When he got me wrapped around his finger
Am I an overthinker?
Even if I love him
I hate to say I like him
This time you got the upper hand and
I been done trying
Blind to the fuck ups
I never judged ya
Slap on the wrist
And a small misdemeanor
I just go and do me, kinda
Better to seem like it doesn't matter
And not let you think you got all the power
But baby I cry to, under the covers, I cry over you
You been undercover, and it ain't nothing new
When I'm alone and your not there to see
How my tears they weep
Well baby I cry too, I cry, I, I cry too Well baby I cry too
I cry too, I cry, I cry, I cry too
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Writer(s): Alex Mcqueen, Franklin Gregory Moore
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