Dry Cry lyrics

Wretch 32 & Avelino

[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 passing in the ride
In my blue suede shoes, I'm moonwalking with Michael
Probably on gear so they're f**king up the cycle
Seen my mum cry so who the f**k 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

[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


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