B.E.Z - Boys Don't Cry lyrics

[Verse 1] I'm a breath of fresh air Cloud up your judgement and give me some layers Give me some clothes, give me some facts Give me some hoes, give me some rap That's just a joke, I'm just a youngin' I'm just a joke, that's why I'm stuntin' Just got done choking on Sundays with God That was a lie, man, I don't f** with God Don't believe that, don't believe this Sometimes I think that you're taking the piss Sometimes I think that you stomp on my wish when I'm granting your wishes but nobody gives a sh** And nobody takes a hit Tell me you'll do it but you never will Stop lying 'bout sh**, I would know that it's real You ain't realer than me Used to call old people realest OGs Used to miss school cause I was at home sick Now I miss school cause that sh** getting skipped Well, ain't that a b**h Grades down the toilet, ain't that some ish Know that you happy with all that you have All this is business, no point getting mad [Hook] (4x) And boys don't cry [Verse 2] I'm such a lame Give me a, give me a, give me a brain Give me a, give me a, give me a watch Let me, just let me make all this sh** stop Studio time, studio days First of December, I'm stuck in my ways Last I remember, try not to lose faith Boys never cry, maybe that's a mistake Y'all can't catch me, watch me go Y'all can't match me, watch me flow I'mma gossip and pay a God, swear to God I just lost it and lost myself, lost and found Animated character with laminated barriers God save the Queen and may Satan go bury her Blasphemous kid and the blasting was real Accidents happen and people get k**ed Don't trip and don't fall and never break your neck But if you on stage, go ahead, break a leg Salt across shoulders as we're getting older I'm not staying young but I am staying sober And you f**ing with me Fact is I don't give a f**, let us see Know that you happy with all that you have All this is business, no point getting mad [Hook] (4x) And boys don't cry [Outro] And boys don't cry So boy don't cry Cause boys can't cry You can't cry