Cry To You - K Camp, RARE Sound

Section 8, the street cookin' motherfucka

Let’s go

Tell me where it all leads

The bigger you get you feel like all the problems — deserve 'em?

That’s where it begins

Too many strangers tried to give me doubts and hopes

But they are not my friends

Give me flowers, right now while I’m walkin' this Earth

Forgive me for my sins, yeah

Forgive me my sins, go

I know I got problems and you got problems too

If you ain’t livin' right, demons gon' follow you

I’m in my feelings and don’t wanna bother you

Don’t wanna bother you, I need a bottle too

Fuck on her edges, fuck on a model too

Talk to the average, you know I’ma cry to you

Talk to the average, you know I’ma cry to you

I cannot lie to you, you know they proud of you

You know they listenin', you know they stalkin' you

You know they peepin' when you drop a album too

Brought me some coochie, it float like some autotune

I need the 'Vette, yeah I gotta see mama soon

Fuck on these bitches for extra credit

I done make me some money, I keep a debit

Gotta keep me some bread, I’m talkin' leverage

Don’t be talkin' to feds, they out to get us

I be puttin' my heart on these tracks

I swear all these niggas ain’t harder than that

Bank account zero, I started with that

She wanna argue, not arguin' back

I just be needin' my time, 'cause I ain’t got time

'Cause time don’t wait on nobody

Want all my dawgs to be rich like Roddy

Bro how you feelin'?

Let’s smoke out the lobby

Lately been feelin' like I’m trapped, like I’m Gotti

Don’t want the pussy, I take all the sloppy

Genius gon' flex in a new Maserati

I know I’m next, who the fuck gonna stop me?

I cannot make up my mind, I’m tired of music, I just wanna quit

But if I could I’d never be shit

Can’t work a job but I work a bitch

Livin' my dream, yeah that’s what I get

Tell me where it all leads

The bigger you get you feel like all the problems — deserve 'em?

That’s where it begins (Yeah, yeah, yeah)

Too many strangers tried to give me doubts and hopes

But they are not my friends (Yeah, yeah, yeah)

Give me flowers, right now while I’m walkin' this Earth

Forgive me for my sins, yeah

Forgive me my sins, go (Yeah)

I know I got problems and you got problems too

If you ain’t livin' right, demons gon' follow you

I’m in my feelings and don’t wanna bother you

Don’t wanna bother you, I need a bottle too

Fuck on her edges, fuck on a model too

Talk to the average, you know I’ma cry to you

Talk to the average, you know I’ma cry to you

I cannot lie to you, you know they proud of you

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