Song Cry lyrics
Picture all the possibilitiesPicture all the possibilitiesSounds like a love songSounds like a love songThe most incredible, babyUh, mmm, mmm, mmm, mmmYeah, yeah, uh
I can’t see ’em comin’ down my eyesSo I gotta make the song cryI can’t see ’em comin’ down my eyesSo I gotta make the song cry
Good dude, I know you love me like cooked foodEven though a nigga gotta move like a crook moveWe was together on the block since free lunchWe shoulda been together havin’ Four Seasons brunchWe used to use umbrellas to face the bad weatherSo now we travel first class to change the forecastNever in bunches, just me and youI loved your point of view ’cause you held no punchesStill I left you for months on endIt’s been months since I checked back inWe’re somewhere in a small town, somewhere lockin’ a mall downWoodgrain, four and change, Armor All’d downI can understand why you want a divorce nowThough I can’t let you know it, pride won’t let me show itPretend to be heroic, that’s just one to grow withBut deep inside a nigga so sick
I can’t see ’em comin’ down my eyes
So I gotta make the song cryI can’t see ’em comin’ down my eyesSo I gotta let the song cry, uhI can’t see it comin’ down my eyesSo I gotta make the song cryI can’t see it comin’ down my eyesSo I gotta make the song cry
On repeat, the CD of Big’s “Me and My Bitch”Watchin’ Bonnie and Clyde, pretendin’ to be that shitEmpty gun in your hand sayin’, “Let me see that clip”Shoppin’ sprees, pull out your Visa quickA nigga had very bad credit, you helped me lease that whipYou helped me get the keys to that V dot 6We was so happy poor, but when we got richThat’s when our signals got crossed, and we got flippedRather mine, I don’t know what made me leave that shitMade me speed that quick, let me see, that’s itIt was the cheese, helped them bitches get amnesia quickI used to cut up they buddies, now they sayin’ they love meUsed to tell they friends I was ugly and wouldn’t touch meThen I showed up in that dubbed-out buggyAnd then they got fuzzy and they don’t remember thatAnd I don’t remember you
I can’t see it comin’ down my eyes
So I gotta make the song cryI can’t see it comin’ down my eyesSo I gotta make the song cryYeah, I seen ’em comin’ down your eyesBut I gotta make the song cryI can’t see it comin’ down my eyesSo I gotta make the song cry
A face of stone, was shocked on the other end of the phoneWord back home is that you had a special friendSo what was oh so special then?You have given away without gettin’ at meThat’s your fault, how many times you forgiven me?How was I to know that you was plain sick of me?I know the way a nigga livin’ was wackBut you don’t get a nigga back like thatShit, I’m a man with pride, you don’t do shit like thatYou don’t just pick up and leave and leave me sick like thatYou don’t throw away what we had, just like thatI was just fuckin’ them girls, I was gon’ get right backThey say you can’t turn a bad girl goodBut once a good girl’s gone bad, she’s gone foreverI’ll mourn foreverShit, I gotta live with the fact I did you wrong forever