Jay Lewis - Crying Crazy

Ok I'm trying to make a classic, Get in my starter bag
The smoke put the world in slow motion
We move the product fast
My first and my last one still love me this type shit always happens always clashes
We the magicians
Took Harry Potter classes
Filled w acid
Call my connect, gun underneath the mattress
I'm bout action
Then it just hit me
What would Tony do
Tony was a G in the streets he played the one and two
Tony was the first one to tell me, the birds is drones too

I had to open up my mind up
In the storm standing outside no lightning strike us
Get high and look at forbes this getting money shit righteous
She love me, say she sweet on a nigga it must be timeless
We ain't have no motion my nigga but we had ideas.
And haters oh my God
Bring it in you can cry here
Unemployed with a scale the tales of the real lifers
Pour some liquor out for dead homies and lost lighters
Dead homies and lost lighters, I pour some liquor out for dead homies and lost lighters
Dead homies and lost lighters (lighters) I pour some liquor out for dead homies and lost Lighters, (lighters)

More life in abundance
Move thru the hunnids
I found ways to work on my cardio without running
It was ripping I did
Open the blinds up and let the sun in
The homie did me wrong some shit it be hard to stomach
I'm hanging off a cliff I was wondering if you love me
I'm writing books about it I promise to keep them coming
Just promise when you hear them, that you don't go crying crazy
Get your ass up time to live because dyings lazy

Uhh

Some shit will never be known
This shit start feeling wicked
I can't be too far from home
All my life I had to fight I'm not thinking it on my own

Don't you play with somebody's baby

Written by:
Jonathan Lewis

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