Song Cry

Album: The Blueprint (2001)
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  • Picture all the possibilities
    Picture all the possibilities
    Sounds like a love song
    Sounds like a love song
    The most incredible, baby
    Uh, mmm, mmm, mmm, mmm
    Yeah, yeah, uh

    I can't see 'em comin' down my eyes
    So I gotta make the song cry
    I can't see 'em comin' down my eyes
    So I gotta make the song cry

    Good dude, I know you love me like cooked food
    Even though a nigga gotta move like a crook move
    We was together on the block since free lunch
    We shoulda been together havin' Four Seasons brunch
    We used to use umbrellas to face the bad weather
    So now we travel first class to change the forecast
    Never in bunches, just me and you
    I loved your point of view 'cause you held no punches
    Still I left you for months on end
    It's been months since I checked back in
    We're somewhere in a small town, somewhere lockin' a mall down
    Woodgrain, four and change, Armor All'd down
    I can understand why you want a divorce now
    Though I can't let you know it, pride won't let me show it
    Pretend to be heroic, that's just one to grow with
    But deep inside a nigga so sick

    I can't see 'em comin' down my eyes
    So I gotta make the song cry
    I can't see 'em comin' down my eyes
    So I gotta let the song cry, uh
    I can't see it comin' down my eyes
    So I gotta make the song cry
    I can't see it comin' down my eyes
    So I gotta make the song cry

    On repeat, the CD of Big's "Me and My Bitch"
    Watchin' Bonnie and Clyde, pretendin' to be that shit
    Empty gun in your hand sayin', "Let me see that clip"
    Shoppin' sprees, pull out your Visa quick
    A nigga had very bad credit, you helped me lease that whip
    You helped me get the keys to that V dot 6
    We was so happy poor, but when we got rich
    That's when our signals got crossed, and we got flipped
    Rather mine, I don't know what made me leave that shit
    Made me speed that quick, let me see, that's it
    It was the cheese, helped them bitches get amnesia quick
    I used to cut up they buddies, now they sayin' they love me
    Used to tell they friends I was ugly and wouldn't touch me
    Then I showed up in that dubbed-out buggy
    And then they got fuzzy and they don't remember that
    And I don't remember you

    I can't see it comin' down my eyes
    So I gotta make the song cry
    I can't see it comin' down my eyes
    So I gotta make the song cry
    Yeah, I seen 'em comin' down your eyes
    But I gotta make the song cry
    I can't see it comin' down my eyes
    So I gotta make the song cry

    A face of stone, was shocked on the other end of the phone
    Word back home is that you had a special friend
    So what was oh so special then?
    You have given away without gettin' at me
    That's your fault, how many times you forgiven me?
    How was I to know that you was plain sick of me?
    I know the way a nigga livin' was wack
    But you don't get a nigga back like that
    Shit, I'm a man with pride, you don't do shit like that
    You don't just pick up and leave and leave me sick like that
    You don't throw away what we had, just like that
    I was just fuckin' them girls, I was gon' get right back
    They say you can't turn a bad girl good
    But once a good girl's gone bad, she's gone forever
    I'll mourn forever
    Shit, I gotta live with the fact I did you wrong forever

    I can't see 'em comin' down my eyes
    So I gotta make the song cry
    I can't see 'em comin' down my eyes
    So I gotta let the song cry
    I know, I seen 'em comin' down your eyes
    But I gotta make the song cry
    I can't see 'em comin' down my eyes
    So I gotta make the song cry

    It's fucked up, girl Writer/s: Douglas Gibbs, Ralph Johnson, Shawn Carter
    Publisher: O/B/O DistroKid, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
    Lyrics licensed and provided by LyricFind

Comments: 1

  • Vickie from Edison, NjThis is a very, very good song. The lyrics are powerful.
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