KZ (UK) - Dry Cry lyrics

[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] 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 pa**ing in the ride In my blue suede shoes, I'm moonwalking with Michael Probably on gear so they're f**ing up the cycle Seen my mum cry so who the f** 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 c**a, 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