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wretch 32 & avelino – dry cry كلمات اغاني

[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 p-ssing in the ride
in my blue suede shoes, i’m moonwalking with michael
probably on gear so they’re f-cking up the cycle
seen my mum cry so who the f-ck 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

- wretch 32 avelino

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