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letra de cry for help - kris karma

[verse 1]

eyy
she took her, 22 inch weave knowing that he’d be intrigued
and drew her eyebrow matched it with the mac lipstick
and i’m just looking in, asking if she really likes this
but the powdered nose gets her company, it’s her business
is this, just another victim of society?
or does she really do this cause it makes her feel like royalty
regardless of the answer subconsciously she’s in misery
but she won’t drop a tear, it’ll mess up all her make up see
a year ago, she had a baby her parents cut her off
baby daddy on the loose so currently she can’t afford
social grant’s enough for expenses but she’s demanding more
uses her baby to justify what she is looking for
the phone rings, she answers
the caller says he’s at the door
ignores it, and ponders its the person she’s been waiting on
the prob is, the proverbs stuck with her before attracting boys
she opens, she smiles apologizing that she took so long and
gave up her coochie just so she can cop some gucci
did a line of coke and felt so dope while listening to zoocci
her favorite song is how to love that’s courtesy of tunechi
reminds her of the love she never felt and that’s some true sh-t
cry for help!
[chorus]

it was a cry for help, it was nothing but a cry for help
just a cry for help, a cry for help, a cry for help

[verse 2]

and after that she packed her stuff and she was on to the club
had a glass of wine, a couple shots and she was lost in the crowd
living young, dumb, broke and looking for love
young, dumb, broke and looking for love
but all she ever find is n-ggas who just wanna f-ck
slowly told herself that maybe she’s not meant for love
approach her flashing rands its guaranteed you’ll bust a nut
the liquor is in the system now she wanna start the night
and surely he comes
“hey baby whats the time”
and he don’t care, he got a roley he just wanna break the ice
maybe enter her thighs
he looks into her eyes
she pulls a chair, “sit down”
but they move into his car
and she, gave up her coochie so that she can cop some gucci
did a line of coke and felt so dope while listening to zoocci
her favorite song is how to love that’s courtesy of tunechi
reminds her of the love she never felt and that’s some true sh-t
oh cry for help!
[chorus]

it was a cry for help, it was nothing but a cry for help
just a cry for help, a cry for help, a cry for help

[verse 3]

he’s got dreadlocks, his motto is ‘baby i can make your bed rock’
rocks a f-nny pack around his waist that’s full of condoms
weed, ciggies, tissues in case of hand jobs
old school vans, a tee tucked in adidas short pants
eluded by the concept, of love and its importance
secluded by the contents of the drug and it is potent
he cruises in his mind chooses the day’s weakest opponent
maneuvers to the side he sees a skirt its time to focus
he introduces himself to a lady feeling herself
she was turning up the night before her acting be the best
he mentions a party later and asked her to be his guest
gladly she done accepted for reasons you understand
and, later that night, she freshened up and arrived
they, shared a connection but avoided it all night
they were, both uneasy if one wasn’t in their site
but then, no one expressed this they both settled to f-ck
he made her give up her coochie undressing all of her gucci
did a line of coke and felt so dope while listening to zoocci
his favorite song is how to love that’s courtesy of tunechi
she found someone relating didn’t say a word how could she see
she wasn’t sure if the feeling was rather mutual
his approach was based on f-cking catching feelings wasn’t crucial
but he also felt a spark but thought she only wants to f-ck
settling for what they think they want not saying what’s inside
cry for help

- kris karma

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