歌曲 | If You Cry |
歌手 | Natti |
专辑 | Death Is Silent |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
Natti: | |
Tear ducts seem such a useless tool | |
To a man's feelings forged in the arts of cool | |
Solidarity's king and the heart's the fool | |
The jester only in jest can be left to rule | |
Men of steel ain't allowed to feel | |
Hardened exteriors aren't allowed to peel | |
Emotional blows taken aren’t allowed to heal | |
Head tells the chest it's too proud to kneel | |
Before any sign or symbol of sentimental | |
Deep pains displayed 'bout the depth of a thimble | |
Emotions are a potion meant to poison the temples | |
Streaks down the cheeks are for the weak and the simple | |
Society's asylum for the evil that men do | |
Inside you cry, outside you Hindu | |
When my nigga died, wet eyes no tissues | |
Ex-cons and killers finding shoulders to cling to | |
Kno: | |
Tear ducts seem such a waste of flesh | |
On a body that's eventually defaced by death | |
Solidarity reigns and curse your breath | |
Inhale your emotions 'til it hurts your chest | |
No heart on your sleeve tough guy in-vest | |
Bank on the sins that you earned in flesh | |
Eyes are inflamed you get burned for less | |
Your vanity's a wound that your tears infect | |
A fool is the food that our fears ingest | |
So the cool is the fuel that our peers inject | |
Emotions are a token of the heart's intent | |
But the streaks on your cheek makes your heart resent | |
A man made of stone has nothing to say | |
When he can't keep The Nothing at bay | |
When my Grandfather died, dry eyes no tissues | |
But damn I miss you |
Natti: | |
Tear ducts seem such a useless tool | |
To a man' s feelings forged in the arts of cool | |
Solidarity' s king and the heart' s the fool | |
The jester only in jest can be left to rule | |
Men of steel ain' t allowed to feel | |
Hardened exteriors aren' t allowed to peel | |
Emotional blows taken aren' t allowed to heal | |
Head tells the chest it' s too proud to kneel | |
Before any sign or symbol of sentimental | |
Deep pains displayed ' bout the depth of a thimble | |
Emotions are a potion meant to poison the temples | |
Streaks down the cheeks are for the weak and the simple | |
Society' s asylum for the evil that men do | |
Inside you cry, outside you Hindu | |
When my nigga died, wet eyes no tissues | |
Excons and killers finding shoulders to cling to | |
Kno: | |
Tear ducts seem such a waste of flesh | |
On a body that' s eventually defaced by death | |
Solidarity reigns and curse your breath | |
Inhale your emotions ' til it hurts your chest | |
No heart on your sleeve tough guy invest | |
Bank on the sins that you earned in flesh | |
Eyes are inflamed you get burned for less | |
Your vanity' s a wound that your tears infect | |
A fool is the food that our fears ingest | |
So the cool is the fuel that our peers inject | |
Emotions are a token of the heart' s intent | |
But the streaks on your cheek makes your heart resent | |
A man made of stone has nothing to say | |
When he can' t keep The Nothing at bay | |
When my Grandfather died, dry eyes no tissues | |
But damn I miss you |
Natti: | |
Tear ducts seem such a useless tool | |
To a man' s feelings forged in the arts of cool | |
Solidarity' s king and the heart' s the fool | |
The jester only in jest can be left to rule | |
Men of steel ain' t allowed to feel | |
Hardened exteriors aren' t allowed to peel | |
Emotional blows taken aren' t allowed to heal | |
Head tells the chest it' s too proud to kneel | |
Before any sign or symbol of sentimental | |
Deep pains displayed ' bout the depth of a thimble | |
Emotions are a potion meant to poison the temples | |
Streaks down the cheeks are for the weak and the simple | |
Society' s asylum for the evil that men do | |
Inside you cry, outside you Hindu | |
When my nigga died, wet eyes no tissues | |
Excons and killers finding shoulders to cling to | |
Kno: | |
Tear ducts seem such a waste of flesh | |
On a body that' s eventually defaced by death | |
Solidarity reigns and curse your breath | |
Inhale your emotions ' til it hurts your chest | |
No heart on your sleeve tough guy invest | |
Bank on the sins that you earned in flesh | |
Eyes are inflamed you get burned for less | |
Your vanity' s a wound that your tears infect | |
A fool is the food that our fears ingest | |
So the cool is the fuel that our peers inject | |
Emotions are a token of the heart' s intent | |
But the streaks on your cheek makes your heart resent | |
A man made of stone has nothing to say | |
When he can' t keep The Nothing at bay | |
When my Grandfather died, dry eyes no tissues | |
But damn I miss you |