​crybaby
[Verse 1: Shysta]
It's a cruel cruel world so you better get used to it
Fuck what a teacher said, cus’ ya questions are too stupid
Keep ya mouth tight and we could blow spruce through it
Get some papers round and we could old school proof it, boofing
Doll face but that don't mean that Cupid shooting
We Already racing we be lapping while you loopde looping
Stuck recouping, from dudes that didn't suit ya movement
Maybe find a guy that’s down to earth and do ya' roofing
Handy man that wants more than just a handy
You could be the toy but the boy won't meet ya' mammy
Can he?
Would ya' granny be grinning if she could meet him?
Or would he take for granted the cameo you convening, I mean it
This the meaning of meeting people you made for
When it gets to season you 'member what made you stay warm
Don't forget the feeling the minute when he went A-wall
What you think would happen when your pussy got a paywall?

[Chorus: Typaway]
Don't waste your tears on those lies little baby
Cus’ all of your fears are gonna drive you crazy
Fake it ’till you make it, roll it up and face it
Make your life a statement, hopefully you'll save it, maybe
[Verse 2: Shysta]
Pull it back, you ahead of your speed
Eyes gone black, just want someone to bleed
Enough time in the red we should park it now
Mob shit cutting ties I’m departed now
That relationship was something like the Parthenon
Real nice walls and some awes but the carpet gone
Getting fed up with the off and on, she just dropping bombs
No offerings, could get me over this, the treaty gone
Scratching up my disk, like CD-ROM's, or shitty moms
Fed up with the weather, like Stevie Vaughn, i'm beating on
I don't need the bond, my beeper off, you’re outta mind
Put you in the song, then send you off, now we benign

[Chorus: Typaway]
Don't waste your tears on those lies little baby
Cus' all of your fears are gonna drive you crazy
Fake it 'till you make it, roll it up and face it
Make your life a statement, hopefully you'll save it, maybe

[Verse 3: Shysta]
Never waste yo time with boujee bitches
That make you do they dishes
They gone suck yo' dick and then suck you into
Abysses of business, they vicious
If they get a hold of yo britches and figure out all of yo' itches
You pissing, just like the fishes
Your pistons, all just be missing, they whiffing
You should pumping like Memphis, or maybe more like my digits
Dash for the cash, I be doing the distance
Moving through this shit like it's a flu or a sickness, I'm in this
I don't invite her no mo', she fuck the vibe and then go
Make the room feel weird, like the lighting is low
All my vitamins low, got no time for this bro
Uhh, uhh, I might ignite and then blow
Don't you crybaby, for these lies baby
Seen it too many times I empathize baby
That's besides the point, I'm getting mine
Come and hit this joint, we getting by
[Chorus: Typaway]
Don't waste your tears on those lies little baby
Cus' all of your fears are gonna drive you crazy
Fake it 'till you make it, roll it up and face it
Make your life a statement, hopefully you'll save it, maybe