Kenny Moss - Cry Lyrics

Nobody ever want to see you dealing with the waterworks
Nobody ever want to see you feeling all that hurt
Suck it up, it don't matter
Even if it struck a nerve
Homie fucking bust my lip
And I don't even want to hit
But now we scrapping
Cause the pride won't allow the sucker shit
Need to pay your ego like you owe that bitch publishing
The mirror is the root
Let's get nearer to the truth
I'm the barer of the fruit
That might scare away the you
That's identified with the color on your shoes
Or your mother's attitude
When that shit don't matter dude
Yes you, who you think I'm rapping to?
You better go and
Cry
Now you reminiscing on your homie who done passed
Cooling on the memories until it hit you that
They gone and you're never going to see another dap
Never see him spit another rap
Never see him take another drag of the joint
make a point to honor his passing
Need to move forward, but no traction
Guilt stays harassing, so
Sulking
Eyes start closing
Fall into the motion
The pain you feel close with
The tears well up
And your mind just opens
Sea of thoughts?
More like a whole fucking ocean
Those on the outside don't know the commotion
Just hoping
To meet him in the Lord's land
With no guarantee that's where you going
You better go and
Cry
Look, there you go again
Soaking up that shirt you got
Searching for the words that plot
How you feeling
Even though you never seem to word it right
Now you the victim huh?
Stuck inside a prisoner
It's all in your head, what you missing bruh?
Tripping off these incidents
Thief of joy, you criminal
Put so much time when no ones going to listen so
You better go and
Cry

Nobody ever want to see you dealing with the waterworks
Nobody ever want to see you feeling all that hurt
Suck it up, it don't matter
Even if it struck a nerve
Homie fucking bust my lip
And I don't even want to hit
But now we scrapping
Cause the pride won't allow the sucker shit
Need to pay your ego like you owe that bitch publishing
The mirror is the root
Let's get nearer to the truth
I'm the barer of the fruit
That might scare away the you
That's identified with the color on your shoes
Or your mother's attitude
When that shit don't matter dude
Yes you, who you think I'm rapping to?
You better go and
Cry
Now you reminiscing on your homie who done passed
Cooling on the memories until it hit you that
They gone and you're never going to see another dap
Never see him spit another rap
Never see him take another drag of the joint
make a point to honor his passing
Need to move forward, but no traction
Guilt stays harassing, so
Sulking
Eyes start closing
Fall into the motion
The pain you feel close with
The tears well up
And your mind just opens
Sea of thoughts?
More like a whole fucking ocean
Those on the outside don't know the commotion
Just hoping
To meet him in the Lord's land
With no guarantee that's where you going
You better go and
Cry
Look, there you go again
Soaking up that shirt you got
Searching for the words that plot
How you feeling
Even though you never seem to word it right
Now you the victim huh?
Stuck inside a prisoner
It's all in your head, what you missing bruh?
Tripping off these incidents
Thief of joy, you criminal
Put so much time when no ones going to listen so
You better go and
Cry