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Kendrick Lamar - WE CRY TOGETHER ft. Taylour Paige (Lyrics)
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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Kendrick Lamar
Kendrick Lamar
Vocals
Taylour Paige
Taylour Paige
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Florence Welch
Florence Welch
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
The Alchemist
The Alchemist
Producer
Emile Haynie
Emile Haynie
Producer
J.LBS
J.LBS
Producer
Bekon
Bekon
Additional Producer
Derek "MixedByAli" Ali
Derek "MixedByAli" Ali
Mixing Engineer
Curtis "Sircut" Bye
Curtis "Sircut" Bye
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Brandon Blatz
Brandon Blatz
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Ray Charles Brown Jr.
Ray Charles Brown Jr.
Recording Engineer
Logan Haynes
Logan Haynes
Assistant Engineer
Andrew Boyd
Andrew Boyd
Assistant Engineer
Michelle Mancini
Michelle Mancini
Mastering Engineer
Matt Schaeffer
Matt Schaeffer
Engineer
Brandon Wood
Brandon Wood
Assistant Engineer
Tristan Bott
Tristan Bott
Assistant Engineer
Cyrus Massoud Taghipour
Cyrus Massoud Taghipour
Mixing Engineer

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(Oh, oh, oh) (Oh, oh, oh, oh) (Oh, oh, oh) hold on to each other (Oh, oh, oh) hold on to each other (This is what the world sounds like) Nah, fuck you, nigga (fuck you, bitch) You got me fucked up (Fuck you, fuck you) I swear I'm tired of these emotional-ass Ungrateful-ass bitches (shut the fuck up) Unstable-ass, confrontational-ass, dumb bitches You wanna bring a nigga down, even when I'm tryna do right We could go our separate ways right now You could move on with your life (I swear to God) Fuck you nigga, you love a pity party, I won't show up Always act like your shit don't stink, motherfucker, grow up Forever late for shit, won't buy shit, sit around and deny shit (man) Fuck around on a side bitch, then come fuckin' up my shit What? Fuckin' up yo' shit? You must be bleedin' and some more shit Bitch, I don't know shit, fuck yo' feelings You on some ho shit See, I don't know why you like playin' mind games with me (mind games? What? Oh, Lord) Bitch, I ain't slow nor ditsy, I know when you bein' distant I know when you fake busy (c'mon, dawg) Get out yo' feelings and miss me with that reverse psychology Man, bitch, you trippin', who got you that Rollie chain? And who put that car in my name? What, you think I'ma kiss yo' ass? Nah, nigga, you fuckin' lame You know what? Fuck you, bitch (fuck you, nigga) Nah, fuck you, bitch (nah, fuck you, nigga) Fuck you, bitch (nah, fuck you, nigga) Nah, fuck you, bitch Fuck you, bitch (fuck you, nigga) Fuck you, fuck you, fuck you (fuck you, fuck you) Fuck you, bitch (fuck you, nigga) Fuck you, bitch (nah, fuck you) Wastin' my time and energy tryna be good to you Lost friends, family, gained more enemies 'cause of you Bitches starin' at me in Zara, hoes scratchin' my cars up Shoulda followed my mind in '09 and just moved to Georgia Oh, what, that's my fault now? Bitch, you power trippin', or guilt trippin'? (okay) I held yo' ass down You just kept me down, that's a big difference (man) Stressin' myself tryna figure why I'm not good enough Goin' to church, prayin' for you, searchin' for good in us Lil' dick-ass nigga that's tryna go big But you was suckin' this dick though Well, shit, I shoulda sucked his What you say? I shoulda found a bigger dick Bitch, get the fuck out my face Oh, what, you mad? Shut up, bitch, you got me fucked up today, on God Ah-ha, you mad, lil' feelings is shot Go text that raggedy bitch and tell her you all that she got Let her know you packin' yo' shit and gotta move by the first Man, give me these fuckin' keys, dawg Give me my keys, I'ma be late for work Fuck yo' job, today gon' be the day you walk to that bitch Give me my fuckin' keys Nah, I liked you parked in that bitch Give me my keys, bro On God, you ain't gettin' these keys Give me my fucking keys Ah, now you mad at me, I got you hollerin' for nothin' I do the same when we fuckin' Act like that pussy ain't loose I'd rather act like I'm cummin' I'd rather fuck off the juice I'd rather fuck on your cousin Bitch, you said you gon' fuck who? You heard me, nigga, it's nothing (alright) You know what? Fuck you, bitch Fuck you, bitch (nah, fuck you, nigga) No, fuck you, bitch (nah, fuck you, nigga) Fuck you, bitch (fuck you), fuck you, bitch Fuck you, fuck you, fuck you, fuck you bi- (fuck you, fuck you) Fuck you bitch, stupid-ass bitch I don't even know why I fuck with you I'll be damned if I stuck with you Changed my number, I'm duckin' you, bitch Bitch, whatever is comfortable (shit) This the type of shit couples do? Shoulda thought about cuffin' you, bitch Nigga, you dirty and you broke Ho, you goofy and gullible, fuck you talkin' 'bout? The insecurities you got, won't mind fuck me Womanizer, got no affection from yo' mama, I see Don't speak on my mama, the fuck is yo' problem? That bitch don't like me anyways Bitch, she gave you the Honda And used that shit to throw it in my face Find it funny you just can't apologize Egotistic, narcissistic, love your own lies (bro) See, you the reason why strong women fucked up Why they say it's a man's world See, you the reason for Trump (you cryin', yo?) You the reason, we overlooked, underpaid, under-booked, under shame If you look, I don't speak (ah) Then I'm called out my name I am flawed, I am pained, never yours, I remained You the reason bitches start fuckin' with bitches when they change You the reason bitches start callin' Y'all bitches 'cause y'all useless You the reason Harvey Weinstein had to see his conclusion You the reason R. Kelly can't recognize that he's abusive Man, shut the fuck up, we all know you still playin' his music Said I'm tired of these emotional-ass, ungrateful-ass bitches Fake innocent, fake feminist, stop pretendin' Y'all sentiments ain't realer than what you defendin' It's a split decision, broads like you and real victims (there he go, shut the fuck up, look at you, look at you) Let's talk the truth (okay), women in general just can't get along (explain, nigga) Hmm, when Tash got a man, you didn't pick up the phone (explain, nigga) Uh, uh, when Nate got a job, you said you stayin' home (explain?) Why R&B bitches don't feature on each other songs then? What the fuck is you talkin' 'bout? Never mind bitch, I'm walkin' out Whatever, nigga, I'm off you now Yo' evil ass kept me well in doubt Pussy nigga, best watch your mouth Pussy and mouth is all you got Lay this pussy back on the couch Doggie style, then you get on top Fuck me, nigga (I'ma fuck you, bitch) Nah, fuck me, nigga fuck me (I'ma fuck you, bitch) Nah, fuck you, fuck me (you playin', man) Fuck me Nah, you playin' (Stop tap-dancing around the conversation)
Writer(s): Daniel Tannenbaum, Florence Leontine Mary Welch, Jason Kevin Pounds, Kendrick Lamar Duckworth, Gary Peacock, Daniel Alan Maman Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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