Wretch 32, Avelino, Stacy Barthe - Dry Cry lyrics

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

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
Fucking up the cycle
Seen my mum cry so who the
Fuck 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

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

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 bit's
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

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