Pigeon John - Cry lyrics

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Pigeon John - Cry lyrics

Wait wait wait wait, wait wait Wait wait (chorus) I feel so good I wanna cry (4x) He took my seeds and multiply Then took my needs and supplied Wiped off the tears of both my eyes I said I feel so good I wanna cry There once was a time that my very eyes could not see Stumblin' over rocks that were right in front of me But now that the cold is done, and my window's open wide I spot all my enemies, that envy behind the skies And baby bu*ter it's on like a baton Flippin' into the don, new breed to be, plus a brand new speed Like a bird, up in the air with new rings, a new born baby Touchin' new things, simple as that, brand new format Ready? Attack, bloody new baby in a mercedes ,the b**h's black And calm and gruntin' ??? at one thing pushin' pa**ed you With the mischievioust grin (chorus) And baby bu*ter I'm leavin now, all the past, the good and the bad Hear me now, when I got need to pull along, somethin' is gone When I'm trying to write books compare it to songs I'm a live right now, stop callin' the girls, especially the fly ones With those curls, I'm tellin' the truth, you want some proof Go into you, how many verges rilly hangin' on with the truth? n**y, it's hard on the boulevard, well we gotta make it, b- Come superstars, you know you feel this, no matter who you are Cuz you can't run when you're unloadin' the car, dedicated to my friends Who do h**n, they be lookin' for the peace but it's very thin Trying to grab reality and make it bend, but it only breaks in th end (chorus) There once was a time that my very eyes could not see Stumblin' over rocks that were right in front of me But now that the cold is done, and my window's open wide I spot all my enemies, that envy behind the skies Now all I do is work to pay rent, in the studio Got another show, going on the road, another cheque sent Hangin' out with bro's, turnin' into pro's, learnin' how to soul? Replacin' my rent, let it all go, turn it into mo', let my chap low A drive in my mint, buy one dollar clothes, practicin' my flows Undip and unload (chorus)