Rhyme n Reason - Cry Me lyrics

Type of nigga that shit don't
Really mean much to
If you wanted love I'd be the
Last one you should come to
Talk, gossip, and chatter
Man them things don't even matter
Taking down all of this Hennessey
Is punishing my bladder but my liver good
They ain't know a nigga could
Paint pictures with words
Brush me off I wish a nigga would
I wish they could, let me fuckin talk
Like a bomb a nigga drop down
Used to be so small
I be that Oga at the top now
Rock now, rock now
Rocking with the gawdly ones
You not? Cry me a river, baby
Honestly that's awfully dumb
Working till the job is done
Struggle till it's time for fun
Temptation all around me dawg I'm telling
You I tried to run away from all the sin
Bombay brand covers my gin
Uncle Jack covers my whiskey and
Her lips cover my chin
Hope her lipstick don't make a print, woh
She stay up on my tip doe
Body like a trophy
I'm surprised it do not drip gold
Winding on that strip pole
Watch her body dip low
I'm gazing as I sip slow
What the fuck is going on?
This liquor is a trip yo
I'm grinding on my shit doe
I'm trying just to rip flows
And writing till my shit blow

Cry me a river, I see the water drip down
Call me a sinner
I watch her as she strip down
Swallow dilemmas, my liver hold the liq down
Liver hold the liq down
Liver hold the liq down

Whatever suit's your kama sutra
I just watch you hit your zan
We met back in high school back
In homeroom talking way back when
We met back in college when we
Was freshman n' wasn't drinking yet
What was we dreaming ofwhat
Was we thinking then? Think I fell in love
Things fall apart and now I'm pouring up
Riding solo, SoCo Coca Cola in my solo cup
Polo collar popped it up, 151 we shot it up
Shit got real n' real quick
All the feels we bottled up

(KaBoo) My soul is tired
This girl got no attire
I'm drinking absinthe till I'm absent
My throat's on fire
Ask her what she gon do she
Said "anything my soul desires"
Anything my soul desires
Anything my soul desires

Really did give it my best shot
Master Chief with that headshot
Tears drops all in my chef pot, stir it
Really not a player I just crush a lot
Heard it
Heart in a box I'm on the move a lot, working
Three course dinner time serpent
Serving apple pie
She stay on the team cause the way she twerk
She earned it she could spend
The nightspend the night
I swear it's love at first sight
When that vision is for everclear
Drinking til we disappear
Or the Remy Martin reappear
Now we outta here
The bottles gone we outta here
(KaBoo) My soul is tired
This girl got no attire
I'm drinking absinthe till I'm absent
My throat's on fire
Ask her what she gon do she
Said "anything my soul desires"
Anything my soul desires
Anything my soul desires