Song | Song Cry |
Artist | Angel Haze |
Album | Classick |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
I painting a picture full of poetry | |
And hope that you would notice the crack | |
Showed you a clearer me and hope that you would mirror me back | |
And hopes that I could travel the road full of pros | |
And take that shit as far as it goes | |
That I could feel the hand of time | |
Give me a pat on the back | |
That I could mean everything I often say in my raps | |
But see love is sorta different in a way that it hurts | |
But I will push through all the pain and show the weight of your work | |
And they say that the hottest artists sets us apart | |
But the fear you wold within is what determines a start | |
I will never ever end it all you claim that you want | |
And in the end you found you really never playing your part | |
It was love at least that’s what I figure it was | |
But it does, some shits that you’d never think that it does | |
Like make you rip and tell her everything a part of yourself | |
And show you things you probably never even thought of yourself | |
You made me hate like every single part of myself | |
That was ugly all I wanted was just really unatractive baby | |
You were my whole earth and I was barely on your axis | |
Maybe if I was a different person you would be affected maybe | |
I just thought me breaking inside of myself | |
And it’s really not a place on earth to hide from myself | |
It’s hard to find the truth but you barely be lying yourself | |
And have a face full of pride that’s not inside of yourself | |
So I vow to never let my love outside of myself | |
It’s just a message in the bottle and that bottle’s myself | |
And somehow I still follow things I wish I could say | |
Like even when I love God’s never with us or away | |
Now I find myself alone because the bottom of my soul | |
Is just a whole bunch of non sense a whole bunch of conscious | |
A whole bunch of old shit a whole bunch of problems | |
A whole bunch of substance a hole full of drama | |
And when every single hole that’s been punctured | |
The bottom of my soul becomes a whole fucking dumb song | |
For the time I made mistakes | |
and wasting away I knew things was just a failed attempt to take your place | |
And I know this is just a way of letting you go | |
But I be lying on this beat if I ain’t letting you know | |
You probably never know how it fucking feels when I cry | |
But here’s to every fucking tear in the shield of my eye | |
Hurt to see behind the smoke once it clears in subside | |
And every feeling that’s inside becomes a feeling you hide | |
Becomes a part of your past becomes a feeling denied | |
Becomes a strenght that it’s fail becomes a tear that you cry | |
Becomes a part of your soul becomes the heart of yourself | |
That you never once touched by any fucking one else | |
But I’m really just at war with myself | |
And this is just a fucking place in which I’m pouring myself | |
So I can’t seem ‘em walking down my eyes But you also can’t feel the way I drown inside | |
Can’t see the massive amount the weight | |
I hold The type of shame I know the type of pain I hold | |
Keep it all inside this very picture frame I wrote |
I painting a picture full of poetry | |
And hope that you would notice the crack | |
Showed you a clearer me and hope that you would mirror me back | |
And hopes that I could travel the road full of pros | |
And take that shit as far as it goes | |
That I could feel the hand of time | |
Give me a pat on the back | |
That I could mean everything I often say in my raps | |
But see love is sorta different in a way that it hurts | |
But I will push through all the pain and show the weight of your work | |
And they say that the hottest artists sets us apart | |
But the fear you wold within is what determines a start | |
I will never ever end it all you claim that you want | |
And in the end you found you really never playing your part | |
It was love at least that' s what I figure it was | |
But it does, some shits that you' d never think that it does | |
Like make you rip and tell her everything a part of yourself | |
And show you things you probably never even thought of yourself | |
You made me hate like every single part of myself | |
That was ugly all I wanted was just really unatractive baby | |
You were my whole earth and I was barely on your axis | |
Maybe if I was a different person you would be affected maybe | |
I just thought me breaking inside of myself | |
And it' s really not a place on earth to hide from myself | |
It' s hard to find the truth but you barely be lying yourself | |
And have a face full of pride that' s not inside of yourself | |
So I vow to never let my love outside of myself | |
It' s just a message in the bottle and that bottle' s myself | |
And somehow I still follow things I wish I could say | |
Like even when I love God' s never with us or away | |
Now I find myself alone because the bottom of my soul | |
Is just a whole bunch of non sense a whole bunch of conscious | |
A whole bunch of old shit a whole bunch of problems | |
A whole bunch of substance a hole full of drama | |
And when every single hole that' s been punctured | |
The bottom of my soul becomes a whole fucking dumb song | |
For the time I made mistakes | |
and wasting away I knew things was just a failed attempt to take your place | |
And I know this is just a way of letting you go | |
But I be lying on this beat if I ain' t letting you know | |
You probably never know how it fucking feels when I cry | |
But here' s to every fucking tear in the shield of my eye | |
Hurt to see behind the smoke once it clears in subside | |
And every feeling that' s inside becomes a feeling you hide | |
Becomes a part of your past becomes a feeling denied | |
Becomes a strenght that it' s fail becomes a tear that you cry | |
Becomes a part of your soul becomes the heart of yourself | |
That you never once touched by any fucking one else | |
But I' m really just at war with myself | |
And this is just a fucking place in which I' m pouring myself | |
So I can' t seem ' em walking down my eyes But you also can' t feel the way I drown inside | |
Can' t see the massive amount the weight | |
I hold The type of shame I know the type of pain I hold | |
Keep it all inside this very picture frame I wrote |
I painting a picture full of poetry | |
And hope that you would notice the crack | |
Showed you a clearer me and hope that you would mirror me back | |
And hopes that I could travel the road full of pros | |
And take that shit as far as it goes | |
That I could feel the hand of time | |
Give me a pat on the back | |
That I could mean everything I often say in my raps | |
But see love is sorta different in a way that it hurts | |
But I will push through all the pain and show the weight of your work | |
And they say that the hottest artists sets us apart | |
But the fear you wold within is what determines a start | |
I will never ever end it all you claim that you want | |
And in the end you found you really never playing your part | |
It was love at least that' s what I figure it was | |
But it does, some shits that you' d never think that it does | |
Like make you rip and tell her everything a part of yourself | |
And show you things you probably never even thought of yourself | |
You made me hate like every single part of myself | |
That was ugly all I wanted was just really unatractive baby | |
You were my whole earth and I was barely on your axis | |
Maybe if I was a different person you would be affected maybe | |
I just thought me breaking inside of myself | |
And it' s really not a place on earth to hide from myself | |
It' s hard to find the truth but you barely be lying yourself | |
And have a face full of pride that' s not inside of yourself | |
So I vow to never let my love outside of myself | |
It' s just a message in the bottle and that bottle' s myself | |
And somehow I still follow things I wish I could say | |
Like even when I love God' s never with us or away | |
Now I find myself alone because the bottom of my soul | |
Is just a whole bunch of non sense a whole bunch of conscious | |
A whole bunch of old shit a whole bunch of problems | |
A whole bunch of substance a hole full of drama | |
And when every single hole that' s been punctured | |
The bottom of my soul becomes a whole fucking dumb song | |
For the time I made mistakes | |
and wasting away I knew things was just a failed attempt to take your place | |
And I know this is just a way of letting you go | |
But I be lying on this beat if I ain' t letting you know | |
You probably never know how it fucking feels when I cry | |
But here' s to every fucking tear in the shield of my eye | |
Hurt to see behind the smoke once it clears in subside | |
And every feeling that' s inside becomes a feeling you hide | |
Becomes a part of your past becomes a feeling denied | |
Becomes a strenght that it' s fail becomes a tear that you cry | |
Becomes a part of your soul becomes the heart of yourself | |
That you never once touched by any fucking one else | |
But I' m really just at war with myself | |
And this is just a fucking place in which I' m pouring myself | |
So I can' t seem ' em walking down my eyes But you also can' t feel the way I drown inside | |
Can' t see the massive amount the weight | |
I hold The type of shame I know the type of pain I hold | |
Keep it all inside this very picture frame I wrote |