All I wanna do is cry
All I wanna do is cry
I'm a grown-ass man and all I wanna do is cry
All I wanna do is cry
All I wanna do is cry
But the tears go when I try
All I wanna do is cry
Ooh-ooh
Ooh-ooh-ooh
Smoke too much, what was I hiding from?
Drown out and the crying's done
Honest, dishonest what is the difference?
And what was the problem with my old Mrs?
I can't stand the daylight and the therapy's not working
The problem was the burden and the worthlessness
And the death on my tongue when the curtain's back
I just want my backwoods and a perfect mess
And a dozen of the bullets make a silver tongue
I want that numb 'cause my God is gone
A loaded gun, heart palpitations
Is this the one?
Tonight will I die or will I come back?
Tomorrow might be my comeback
Ooh
And a mother wants her son back