Dry Cry

[Hook: Stacey Barthe] Should I cry, cry, cry Till my tears turn dry? Still I dry cry Still I dry cry Said I cry, cry, cry Till my tears turn dry Still I dry cry Still I dry cry I cry, cry, cry Till my tears turn dry Still I Still I dry cry I cry, cry, cry Till my tears turn dry Still I dry cry Still I dry cry [Verse 1: Wretch 32] I was crying when I was born I hope they're laughing when I die Hope I've got a castle in the sky I'll play 2Pac for Biggie while I'm passing in the ride In my blue suede shoes, I'm moonwalking with Michael Probably on gear so they're fucking up the cycle Seen my mum cry so who the fuck I'm gonna cry to? Kinda made me cry too Probably got a tear for every chapter in the Bible Probably got knocked from every label that I signed to Probably clipped my wings every time I tried to fly through Probably got a scar every time I saw a rival, the game's suicidal We were in our teens, moving like children Tryna fight the grown-ups, mirroring our olders Shame they didn't teach us how to be shopowners Shame they didn't teach us how to give the Glock coma/glaucoma Sony's supposed to rise anytime the beef woke up Instead of tryna send me to the shop to buy cola When you're moving coca, can I get an O, bruv? Them times there, I was tryna buy Armani Man, I had to share a loaf of bread with my auntie Why we gonna toast? Walk-in centre's Like a hand-me-down zone cuh we're sharing all our clothes Shoe don't fit? You better throw that to a cousin Deep down, I'm pretending that I don't love 'em Can I at least keep the laces? They're my favourite trainers I ain't ungrateful, I'm just tryna be the greatest Providence knocking and we're dodging all the bailiffs Truth is, I was making it before I made it I'll never be famous, I don't even know what fame is How can any Christmas that I have be merry times? When I'm doing 24, my brother's doing 25 I guess they're both different ways of growing over time [Hook: Stacey Barthe] I cry, cry, cry Till my tears turn dry Still I dry cry Still I dry cry I cry, cry, cry Till my tears turn dry Still I dry cry Still I dry cry Till my tears turn dry Still I dry cry Still I dry cry Yeah Oh, yeah, oh, yeah Mmm [Verse 2: Avelino] I think I dry cry I think my tears give me dry eyes I wouldn't mind getting my mind right They're tryna make my brothers FaceTime and I don't like Skype If this is what life's like, I don't like life anymore I don't want my conscience on my mind anymore It's hard to stay focused when you're tryna bury flaws The writing's on the wall so I don't write anymore, no See, I don't like looking back But I like it when I'm looking at her looking back Good girl gone bad, I found the good in that I swear I gave her everyting until I took it back I'll admit, that's something that I don't ever admit I'm from the school of hard knocks so there's no test for the kid Where I'm from, you get a bitter rep for repping your bits There's no rest for the wicked until you rest in a ditch I miss you, I miss you, I'd give you my flesh, I need tissues I'd diss you, I'd diss you, we'd never made issues an issue I talk to myself with no reply Friends I grew up with died, guess I'm growing over life, yeah [Hook: Stacey Barthe] Should I cry, cry, cry Till my tears turn dry? Still I dry cry Still I dry cry Said I cry, cry, cry Till my tears turn dry Still I dry cry Still I dry cry I cry, cry, cry Till my tears turn dry Still I Still I dry cry I cry, cry, cry Till my tears turn dry Still I dry cry Still I dry cry