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letra de song cry - tsu surf

[intro: tsu surf]
can’t see em coming down my eyes
i got it…
ugh

[chorus]
you can’t see em coming down my eyes but if you could you wouldn’t see em at all
cuz’ i can’t cry bout a b-tch
bought versace, bought you diamonds and sh-t
still insecure you still whining and sh-t

[verse 1]
a hundred one kisses they gon’ love you til they stop
you could get that b-tch designer she’ll be gucci til she not
ain’t tryna get attached to her, f-ck on that cat and than give it back to her
pillow talk to new guy bout the last n—-
and that new n—- gon’ turn into the last n—-
ain’t a therapist could correlate to how her dad did her
sh-t i could be wrong i just be making observations
we gon’ treat it likе a party til you f-ck up the occasion
paid driver show you foreign sh-t my stеak was medium think you ordered fish
natural look but get on ya sephora sh-t
you think it’s the money i could promise you this aura sh-t
another shot, f-ck it i’ll drink but you gotta pour the sh-t
pictures with my chain to show other b-tches you got me
not because you honor to me, to show em that you conquered me
and honestly if that’s ya reason for it that sh-t odd to me
no reward for staying past go this ain’t monopoly (at all)
i hate to watch you go, but i love to watch you leave
baddies we f-ck in two’s, perk pills get popped in threes
i think you badder than the last b-tch just as annoying
enjoy the moment think i learned that michael b. jordan
that future that we talked about that sh-ts the past now mommy said my daddy barely cared i think it passed down
sad how, ion get depressed unless the cash down
starlets throwing paper across the room like a class clown
tell the door man to call up
my future prolly somewhere tryna make it work at starbucks
or balance her nursing school, and her problems and her hard luck
or working out and burning sage, cleansing that so called love
wherever you at i hope you good baby, all love
all hugs, missed the summer maybe i’ll get fall love
who i’m tryna kid wit, i’m scared of the feds and a pretty thick b-tch
no escape the bathroom had traces of ya lipstick
you left ya crocs and that light ring you take pics with
guess you tryna say you only needed what you dipped with
purposely left it to never mind you on some kid sh-t
some mistakes a n—- gotta live wit
like knowing you more loyal than some members i done slid with
naked in ya house you let me [?] in ya fridge sh-t
secrets get buried, how many times i help you dig sh-t
f-cking n—-‘s girl got me paranoid like you did sh-t
[outro]
you can’t see em coming down my eyes but if you could you wouldn’t see em at all
cuz’ i can’t cry bout a b-tch
bought you gucci, bought you diamonds and sh-t
still insecure you still whining and sh-t
you can’t see em coming down my eyes but if you could you wouldn’t see em at all
cuz’ i can’t cry bout a b-tch
bought you louie, bought you diamonds and sh-t
still insecure you still whining and sh-t

- tsu surf

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