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lirik lagu song cry freestyle – kenneth callier

[intro: kenneth callier]
yeah
so much to talk about, still
it’s been so long; i feel like
i could do like 15 of these and still not have caught y’all up you know?
but just bare wit’ me though
we gon’ talk
yeah

[verse: kenneth callier]
who you know more dramatic than kenny, riddle me that?
put emotions on his sleeve where initial be at
could sit you right up on the roof where that fiddle be at…
then cue the chorus and the strings; we officially back
to set the mood;
where did you acquire those alaia’s?
when i met you i heard jesus speakin’ through the church choir..
yeah
we get together; we’d be pushing our worth higher..
yeah
we could be richer without havin’ to work prior..
yeah
we gon raise h*ll ‘til they think that we birthed fire
thank god, almighty, we free*er than her attire
angel wings in off*white, louewe to her desire
and me?
in all black, like huey, the worth fighter
yeah
she reciprocate the energy fast
i figure f*ck it, i could prolly make the synergy last
and ‘she bad’; sh*t i’m just tryna make her enemies mad…
and build a new list of memories had
i think about it and laugh
cuz she ain’t met a n*gga quite like me
unlike, every other stereo*archetype i see
i might just be; the only one that write like me
from where he sittin’, his vision it got a spike like lee
he like 2 3, but he’ont channel mike like me
or play the zone, pivot left then off the right like me
or dip the shoulder catch his breath n hook the right like me
or every time he take a step you see the light like me
a n*gga bright; who you know that’s gon’ enlight’ like me?
when we don’t ‘match’ in thought; still ignite like me?
he might got wings but; he’ont take flight like me
wit height like me: sh*t; can’t n0body snipe like me
so question…
if i’m the n*gga wit’ incredible rapport…
sh*t, who you settling for? who better for you than the boy?
mm
could whisper low and get you wetter than before;
but high class; still… that’s what’s the letterman is for?
yeah…
we start to walk, she told me “prove it in prada”
she like the way i talk, but action is wha’she fond of
i, passive aggressively had told her i was honored
but…
i’ont sweat sh*t, unless i’m stuck in a sauna
and…
i’ont like promises, they be comin wit traumas
and…
i’ont want the drama unless it come wit some commas
and…
i’ont like when women take advantage of my kindness
i ain’t doin’ all that courtin to hear that you got a line*up
don’t…
put me on no list cuz you ain’t no dalai lama
stop…
actin like you’ll’leave; you escalate every problem
don’t…
yell at me in public, you know that i got problems
you throw away what we have; that gotta be bad karma
months go by; tops off in baun coupe
had me tellin’ n*ggas i’m ready to bond you
little did i know you would heavy decline true
how you;
was tappin’ out like gregory hines’ shoe
when time came due; it brung so much pain
that i got, sauvignon blanc running ’round my veins
and i got, d’ussé in these tears, comin’ down like rain
i figure f*ck a sense a pride since i found my shame
mm
to do me so surgical, the nerve of you
i made yo name pop, when no one had heard of you
then i made yo main stock; point up like vertical
pushed you into the light, like; tot through cervical
yeah
you expected a plot, in*service*to
you ain’t care about me; you just clocked my servitude
put you in the margiela wit’ the crop reversible
now i’m sidney poitier in a prop convertible
d*mn…
you can’t see em comin out of my ducts
but these tears falling from face make me drown in my truck
you see me… fallin from grace, sh*t; i’m down on my luck
outa place, i’m saving face… i can’t frown when i’m up
mirror*mirror on the wall, can you see my flyness?
how every time somebody shoot they gotta go through my vest?
a broken hearts’ a tough thing to digest, but i guess…
it’s what i get for lettin’ people digress what i stress

[outro: shelbe hudson]
like, in the grand scheme of all this sh*t like…
n0body really gives a f*ck about you for real like…
and it’s crazy because like you could really be the best person; i mean within the circumstances but like… it’s wild. people still gon’ move crazy: like
we ain’t spinning the block though!
we ain’t going back
but i just really be thinking like, d*mn
but it’s cool though, ya’mean?
i keep my heart straight like…
and just remember like; m*th* f*cka i’m special
i’m special!

- kenneth callier

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