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When Thugs Cry
4,190
Hip-Hop/Rap
When Thugs Cry was released on March 13, 2017 by Mutant Academy as a part of the album Chapel Drive
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Release DateMarch 13, 2017
LabelMutant Academy
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM77

Credits

COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Foisey
Foisey
Songwriter
Frank L Walton
Frank L Walton
Songwriter
Maxwell Jackson
Maxwell Jackson
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Foisey
Foisey
Producer

Lyrics

At this PG-13 scary movie with Shorty
See her flirt, scheme dudes like a hoose for me
Tiki skirt seem smooth, lean rules for **** and morgues
High temp torch, boogie sides, dabs, **** fly tabs
Keen vision of self shit, it's self licked on the male kids
Pelted hominid models, look it's fraily we squabble
Like Quentin Tarvel with the night vision, and goggles
Triple fat goose, the jack stashed in the black wool
Hat droop with the rag like I'm Pat Poose Official tag stoop, your shit expired, my **** expired
Click pariahs, beware of wires
Show you four or five We mod 10, the squad's red
I went to CIG Got the drink and hot gin, clear colored boxes Bitch
You real papadopoulos, my bitch got falafel
I got the king crabs and codfish
From the same spot
Dose a tab with a rain drop dose
And the hoes drop their flame like my mains watch
She know to find me in the same spot Keep the crane posts in lock, these days I'm feelin' very pop
My baby girl's to the fit with the old Don Singin' a story wrong and now we're tryin' to get bond
Drink with cigars on the herd to save my **** along
Was patient and calm until she came from under my arm
I scribbled a poem, she wiggled along And her red dress was similar to a heartbreak
She easin' the stress I eat through the vest, the tissue and whisper under the covers
I wrote Songs about to enlist to admit my mother destroyed
Turn colds was easier to unfold
Emotions was in the hole, those nights became cold
My vibes became gold I still my faith to capture shit around me
Those evil thoughts ignited my rebellion
Was a man at eleven, then I grew on the fly
Prayed to buy my mom a crib before she would die
Became a spoiled youth, the truth's in this shit
Rulers on hips, for many men, plotting on me, Lucy the grip
I read my heart
Too long
I read my heart
Too long
I read my heart
Too long
I read my heart
Too long
I read my heart
Written by: Frank L Walton, Maxwell Jackson, Mike Foisey
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