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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Yatta Bandz
Yatta Bandz
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Kenyana Edward Jones
Kenyana Edward Jones
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
AriaTheProducer
AriaTheProducer
Producer
BLAPDRE
BLAPDRE
Mixing Engineer
Nic Dep
Nic Dep
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

Since I was a young nigga They said, "Boys don't cry" So I carry all this pain As the days go by Never let a tear drop 'Cause that'd show 'em that you're weakened Bro had told me, "Keep it solid" He ain't practise what he preach I can never fall in love with you I'm so sorry If I get comfortable, you might scar me I know you want my trust But I'm sorry, you can't have it It's like giving you the knife That you gon' stab me in my back with All this pain I'm immune to that Drugs I'm abusing that Smile like I'm fine But my sanity I'm losing that I've been tryna keep my head I could never fall in love 'Cause my heart too scared And I've been lucid dreaming like I'm Juice Stomp my pain out in the booth Keep it real, they call you fake 'Cause snakes don't like to hear the truth Always thought you kept it solid But your love was never true 'Cause that shit you did to me I'd never do that shit to you Mama said it's gon' be alright Baby boy, you strong, right? God, them feelings tough I feel like Bruce I seen some dark nights Niggas sending shots I ain't run away from none of 'em Last name Khalid Tell them niggas, "Send another one" Niggas I ain't trusting them Bitches I ain't loving them 'Cause they are up and leaving Swear that you ain't get enough of 'em Day ones with me Only ones who had accepted me I wish the best for those who want the best for me Since I was a young nigga They said, "Boys don't cry" So I carry all this pain As the days go by Never let a tear drop 'Cause that'd show 'em that you're weakened Bro had told me, "Keep it solid" He ain't practise what he preach I can never fall in love with you I'm so sorry If I get comfortable, you might scar me I know you want my trust But I'm sorry, you can't have it It's like giving you the knife That you gon' stab me in my back with Bottled up emotions got my head spinning When you see the whole team winning That's the best feeling People love to talk And they do everything except listen You settle for crumbs I need a loaf I guess we bred different I really thought you was my brother I was dead wrong Heart got a headstone Only time I feel like I'm at peace Is with my headphones on And writing songs made me feel free In my feelings while I'm fucking up this beat Aye, baby girl special She ain't recognise her worth All that money that he spent on you Won't cover up your hurt Shawty book smart, hella bad I just think it's hella sad Out looking for love You ain't gon' find it in no Birkin bag Funny how a little bit of change Really change niggas Everybody got a good heart 'Til the pain get 'em Coupled with the cookie packs Hennessy and pain killers I just know I'll lead us out, the real nigga Since I was a young nigga They said, "Boys don't cry" So I carry all this pain As the days go by Never let a tear drop 'Cause that'd show 'em that you're weakened Bro had told me, "Keep it solid" He ain't practise what he preach I can never fall in love with you I'm so sorry If I get comfortable, you might scar me I know you want my trust But I'm sorry, you can't have it It's like giving you the knife That you gon' stab me in my back with
Writer(s): Aria Izadpanah, Kenyatta Fudge Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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