StopCrying Lyrics

Fucking this bitch but I can't let go

Bro, this shit hard I know

She colder than the fucking snow

Ugh I just can't move on, it shows

Who'd she choose, not me, that blows

I think she'll keep me emo

I just can't stop crying bro

Shut the fuck up you're a hoe

I lost my heart but I am not weak

Please give me back my keys

It takes two people to cheat

I don't know what the fuck you mean

Oh my god she was not clean, sweet

This bitch full of yeast, bread

Guess I'll stick with head at least

Just get me off my lease

She won't let me rest in peace

Please, just get off your knees

I don't want to hear your pleas

You fucked that dude who lives with fleas

Febreze, nah you smell like cheese

I wish you'd stop to think and freeze

This the bitch who talks to trees

I think that she mad crazy like

Fucking this bitch but I can't let go

Bro, this shit hard I know

She colder than the fucking snow

Ugh I just can't move on, it shows

Who'd she choose, not me, that blows

I think she'll keep me emo

I just can't stop crying bro

Shut the fuck up you're a hoe

Just a couple days ago

You where curled up on the floor

I'm depressed and and anxious more

Than I have been before

The more I mope the less restored

I'm the psychiatric ward

For ripping out her spinal cord

Like who the fuck you dying for?

It seems like all the silence broke

When "your girl" hit that highest note

She really was a chronic hoe

They come and go I lock my doors

They running back but no one's home

And thank God she ain't in my phone

I'll go back out to get some more

And tell some lies bout how I've grown

I'm smoking dope on top the thrones

The Holy Ghost has made a toast

Cause I'm the goat and she's a hoe

He ate you out, you got to go

Under the bridge we knew you known

That dining out was probably wrong

But fuck it who's the one who's harmed?

You chose honky bitch, I'm gone

You on some funny shit for real

You go through guys like spinning wheels

So many times your sex appealed

Until your weakness was revealed

See at this point his thoughts are healed

And you still stuck up on that field

To play with all the dicks you yield

I hope you find yourself for real