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