What would you do if I left
Melancholy drama got me feeling nada
Tell my mama not to stress
Heaven is made for the blessed
Sneezing allergic I guess
Bullet holes swoll up my neck
Cut throat American
Psycho
F*ck the high road
Burnt my Bridges
I get high low
I don't smoke but I drink
So I sink when I think
About the blood on the mink and the pain that they felt
You can cry
You can cry
You can cry
17 with dreams to see the world for what it isn't
Blood it thickens quick when I predicted sinning different
Popping pills to fill the thrills that riddled my ambition
Poppa feels the skill is there but ain't nobody listen
I'm sorry that I left you numb
Sorry that my body's always itching it ain't really even getting fun
Evident that every exorcist I came in contact with just played me dumb
Betting on the second exodus instead of helping us
They robbed me, mum
Emptied my pockets
And cut my gut
Run up my face
Sewed up
As if I wasn't ugly enough
I'm just a
Psycho
F*ck the high road
Burnt my Bridges
I get high low
I don't smoke but I drink
So I sink when I think
About the blood on the mink and the pain that they felt
You can cry
You can cry
You can cry
Wait don't run away from me
Just stay and I'll pay the basic fee
My ex invest in ecstasy
Since 17 the remedy
Been music mixed with drugs
Lucifer the lust
Cupid spit on us
If you hit this we'll
Hit another planet dammit
Out of the orbit of coarse your endorsing
I had a half a glass of static
Needles inside of my body been asking you
When did I become an addict
Padded lock I put on all the damaged thoughts
I thought I got it never had it
You loved me for me
But you hate me
I hate my self
I ain't want help
I paint myself as the
Psycho
F*ck the high road
Burnt my Bridges
I get high low
I don't smoke but I drink
So I sink when I think
About the blood on the mink and the pain that they felt
You can cry
You can cry
You can cry
LaLion - You Can Cry Lyrics
LaLion - You Can Cry Lyrics
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What would you do if I left
Melancholy drama got me feeling nada
Tell my mama not to stress
Heaven is made for the blessed
Sneezing allergic I guess
Bullet holes swoll up my neck
Cut throat American
Psycho
F*ck the high road
Burnt my Bridges
I get high low
I don't smoke but I drink
So I sink when I think
About the blood on the mink and the pain that they felt
You can cry
You can cry
You can cry
17 with dreams to see the world for what it isn't
Blood it thickens quick when I predicted sinning different
Popping pills to fill the thrills that riddled my ambition
Poppa feels the skill is there but ain't nobody listen
I'm sorry that I left you numb
Sorry that my body's always itching it ain't really even getting fun
Evident that every exorcist I came in contact with just played me dumb
Betting on the second exodus instead of helping us
They robbed me, mum
Emptied my pockets
And cut my gut
Run up my face
Sewed up
As if I wasn't ugly enough
I'm just a
Psycho
F*ck the high road
Burnt my Bridges
I get high low
I don't smoke but I drink
So I sink when I think
About the blood on the mink and the pain that they felt
You can cry
You can cry
You can cry
Wait don't run away from me
Just stay and I'll pay the basic fee
My ex invest in ecstasy
Since 17 the remedy
Been music mixed with drugs
Lucifer the lust
Cupid spit on us
If you hit this we'll
Hit another planet dammit
Out of the orbit of coarse your endorsing
I had a half a glass of static
Needles inside of my body been asking you
When did I become an addict
Padded lock I put on all the damaged thoughts
I thought I got it never had it
You loved me for me
But you hate me
I hate my self
I ain't want help
I paint myself as the
Psycho
F*ck the high road
Burnt my Bridges
I get high low
I don't smoke but I drink
So I sink when I think
About the blood on the mink and the pain that they felt
You can cry
You can cry
You can cry
Melancholy drama got me feeling nada
Tell my mama not to stress
Heaven is made for the blessed
Sneezing allergic I guess
Bullet holes swoll up my neck
Cut throat American
Psycho
F*ck the high road
Burnt my Bridges
I get high low
I don't smoke but I drink
So I sink when I think
About the blood on the mink and the pain that they felt
You can cry
You can cry
You can cry
17 with dreams to see the world for what it isn't
Blood it thickens quick when I predicted sinning different
Popping pills to fill the thrills that riddled my ambition
Poppa feels the skill is there but ain't nobody listen
I'm sorry that I left you numb
Sorry that my body's always itching it ain't really even getting fun
Evident that every exorcist I came in contact with just played me dumb
Betting on the second exodus instead of helping us
They robbed me, mum
Emptied my pockets
And cut my gut
Run up my face
Sewed up
As if I wasn't ugly enough
I'm just a
Psycho
F*ck the high road
Burnt my Bridges
I get high low
I don't smoke but I drink
So I sink when I think
About the blood on the mink and the pain that they felt
You can cry
You can cry
You can cry
Wait don't run away from me
Just stay and I'll pay the basic fee
My ex invest in ecstasy
Since 17 the remedy
Been music mixed with drugs
Lucifer the lust
Cupid spit on us
If you hit this we'll
Hit another planet dammit
Out of the orbit of coarse your endorsing
I had a half a glass of static
Needles inside of my body been asking you
When did I become an addict
Padded lock I put on all the damaged thoughts
I thought I got it never had it
You loved me for me
But you hate me
I hate my self
I ain't want help
I paint myself as the
Psycho
F*ck the high road
Burnt my Bridges
I get high low
I don't smoke but I drink
So I sink when I think
About the blood on the mink and the pain that they felt
You can cry
You can cry
You can cry
Writer: Grant Lalaian
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