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• Artiste: KEY!
• Titre: Boys Don't Cry
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Boys don't cry Boys don't cry Pussy ho Boys don't cry Hurricane season but it's category five I can feel the pulse but I'd rather let it die, yeah, I'd rather let it die You can never get my mind, no, you'll never get inside, no I didn't see at first, now it's magnified Had a little taste, now I'm traumatized You want me to stay, I have not arrived You and me against the world but I don't wanna lie (Ayy) Who am I kidding? I've been kidding myself I speak for me, can't speak for anybody else Showing hands if it's anybody else Self-medication, I've been healing myself, ayy Driving fast, I forgot where I was going, ayy I picked you, you was chosen, ayy We locked in, we was frozen (Frozen) And you changed, it's not me, ayy You wanted this and got me I think you've been missed I wanted love, what is this? Boys don't cry Hurricane season but it's category five I can feel the pulse but I'd rather let it die, yeah, I'd rather let it die You can never get my mind, no, you'll never get inside, no I didn't see at first, now it's magnified Had a little taste, now I'm traumatized You want me to stay, I have not arrived You and me against the world but I don't wanna lie I don't wanna hold you up, just wanna hold you down Floating off a pick-me-up just so I won't drown Told my partner, "Pick me up, I'm too lit right now" Cop a pack of TLC and burn it down Moving fast, I ain't even get to know you, ayy This the type of shit to mold you, to cold you Don't let it rule you like O'Doyle, okay Tryna be tough, for God's sakes, I'm a rapper Staring at my phone, tryna turn time backwards D'Angelo and Lauryn Hill, nothing even matters How the hell I miss her when I never really had her? Boys don't cry Hurricane season but it's category five I can feel the pulse but I'd rather let it die, yeah, I'd rather let it die You can never get my mind, no, you'll never get inside, no I didn't see at first, now it's magnified Had a little taste, now I'm traumatized You want me to stay, I have not arrived You and me against the world but I don't wanna lie Driving fast, I forgot where I was going