Boys Don't Cry

Lotta keys on my belt, none are the key to success

Key to the streets could be the key to regret

Key to my dorm room was the key to my debt

And the key to my whip could be the key to my death

How much trust do it take to believe in what's next?

And how much doubt in return until I doubt in my steps?

Creeping up the stairs of life trying not to fall too much deeper in stress

I took a nasty tumble off my last flight from Los Angeles

All I see is producers on sets with crews claiming that "we the best"

Made me believe if that was true then I'd be catching checks

I mean, I'm 23 already, is this as good as it gets?

I been working on myself, but still I crash and burn