Hunter Dane - CROCODILE TEARZ Lyrics

Big money in the building
Cooped up, I'm just tryna make a million
Outcomes, I ain't tried to solve a problem
This time, I'm accountable for actions
No more crocodile tears in this bitch
I'ma be a young king and get certified rich
I only quit addictions, I ain't calling it quits
All the times I'd kill for, to me it's more than foreign whips
I can't let my spirit break over that
You can break my heart but what's new with that?
Laughing in my face, bitch I'm used to that
Playing with your feelings 'cause I'm good with that
I'm a ghost, I only follow where the cold wind blows
I'm real, I got layers to my soul, I unfold
Spreading sorrows in this paper, and I roll it just to smoke
Hours late at night, I remember when we spoke, yeah
Table stacked with perrico, but you blow, yeah
Overdosing, got you in a choke hold, yeah
Choking, make me grab you by the fucking throat, yeah
Wasn't made to pleasure you, but you know, yeah
But you ain't got me asking where the hoes at
These drinks ain't because you make me so sad
I'm thirsty, but I know attention don't last
Desperate, but you laugh even when I don't land
Big money in the building
Cooped up, I'm just tryna make a million
Outcomes, I ain't tried to solve a problem
This time, I'm accountable for actions
No more crocodile tears in this bitch
I'ma be a young king and get certified rich
I only quit addictions, I ain't calling it quits
All the times I'd kill for, to me it's more than foreign whips
All the times I spent not knowing shit of my worth
Chasing all these bitches who had dragged me through dirt
Following all the pussy that had left me deserted
Shooting shots in the dark, I was so young and reckless
Distracted by the fact that I ain't never had real romance
I never trusted no one, I was insecure, I was mad
I was the face that bitches gave definitions for fact
I'm a man of many talents, watch me move with these hands
Abracadabra, I want heads on a silver platter
I want them to know the bastard who took it all with no effort
I could do better but fuck it, wait for time to go by like feathers
Green Day don't wanna see me till the end of September
Hall of fame, Jay-Z, Rockafella
That's the goal, I play the game, we get numbers
I play rough like a dirty mothafucka
Tough skin and I ain't had no mother

Big money in the building
Cooped up, I'm just tryna make a million
Outcomes, I ain't tried to solve a problem
This time, I'm accountable for actions
No more crocodile tears in this bitch
I'ma be a young king and get certified rich
I only quit addictions, I ain't calling it quits
All the times I'd kill for, to me it's more than foreign whips
I can't let my spirit break over that
You can break my heart but what's new with that?
Laughing in my face, bitch I'm used to that
Playing with your feelings 'cause I'm good with that
I'm a ghost, I only follow where the cold wind blows
I'm real, I got layers to my soul, I unfold
Spreading sorrows in this paper, and I roll it just to smoke
Hours late at night, I remember when we spoke, yeah
Table stacked with perrico, but you blow, yeah
Overdosing, got you in a choke hold, yeah
Choking, make me grab you by the fucking throat, yeah
Wasn't made to pleasure you, but you know, yeah
But you ain't got me asking where the hoes at
These drinks ain't because you make me so sad
I'm thirsty, but I know attention don't last
Desperate, but you laugh even when I don't land
Big money in the building
Cooped up, I'm just tryna make a million
Outcomes, I ain't tried to solve a problem
This time, I'm accountable for actions
No more crocodile tears in this bitch
I'ma be a young king and get certified rich
I only quit addictions, I ain't calling it quits
All the times I'd kill for, to me it's more than foreign whips
All the times I spent not knowing shit of my worth
Chasing all these bitches who had dragged me through dirt
Following all the pussy that had left me deserted
Shooting shots in the dark, I was so young and reckless
Distracted by the fact that I ain't never had real romance
I never trusted no one, I was insecure, I was mad
I was the face that bitches gave definitions for fact
I'm a man of many talents, watch me move with these hands
Abracadabra, I want heads on a silver platter
I want them to know the bastard who took it all with no effort
I could do better but fuck it, wait for time to go by like feathers
Green Day don't wanna see me till the end of September
Hall of fame, Jay-Z, Rockafella
That's the goal, I play the game, we get numbers
I play rough like a dirty mothafucka
Tough skin and I ain't had no mother