CRY

I'm not the type 2 get upset and cry I'm not the type too get my heart Brokeen I

will never get love thing right /no one to hold her tight when she needs some too

there four her when she fell to get her off the ground/I heard ya lost do you know your wat around town.

Realationships will never get me cause I don't ever leave my heart open I'm gladly pushin to the top, i guess i might be the future chosen

someone could say that they will always love truly but right it does't mean a thing /Shall increase when we meet up in this dark place you might think you're happy with him

my mind is gone left it in the days when whole love thing was going slow and steady / but when you walked out of my life you cut me like a knife so now I got all symtoms of a man with a broken heart

but no mater what you'll will never see me cry my tears I'll drown/They playing with my hustle now, trying to shake my pockets down

Untouchable sound hide like hoes when we hit your town

They playing with my hustle now, trying to shake my pockets down