Lyrics I Don't Cry - Payday

This Nyquil is not helping
Woo, what does this button do?
I don′t cry over bitches, don't cry over boys
Only time that I cry is when I can′t escape the noise
I'm crashing and I'm burning but at least it′s Rolls-Royce
Facetime calls, I just wanna hear your voice
′Cause it's much better than the ones in my head
Wrote a suicide note and I′m not even dead
I feel much better with your head on my legs
Matter of fact, go ahead and put your feet on my pegs
Let's ride this glide, lets elevate tonight
I′ma reel in close 'cause I swear I don′t bite
Don't give a shit about a ponytail, just live in the moment
Yeah, you can grab my hand and hold it tight like you own it
Let's go, let′s live, I don′t care what they say
I'll be blowing kisses while I′m layin' dead in my grave
Got my arms are crashing body, I don′t look both ways
I can hang with my gang till the end of my days (mwah)
I'm independent but I swear that I still need ya
I got no oxygen, so baby let me breathe ya
My brain slow, heart faster than a cheetah
I be spitting head, splitting like amoeba
I don′t cry, I don't cry, I don't cry, I don′t cry
I don′t cry, I don't cry, I don′t cry, I don't cry
I don′t cry, I don't cry, I don′t cry, I don't cry
Well, only on Sundays
I don't cry over bitches, don′t cry over boys
Only time that I cry is when I can′t escape the noise
I'm crashing and I′m burning but at least it's Rolls-Royce
Facetime calls, I just wanna hear your voice
′Cause it's much better than the ones in my head
Wrote a suicide note and I′m not even dead
I feel much better with your head on my legs
Matter of fact, go ahead and put your feet on my pegs
Let's ride this glide, let's elevate tonight
I′ma reel in close ′cause I swear I don't bite
The only time that I bite is when I′m biting the dust
We've been hanging all night, why you fighting the lust?
I got nothing to lose, I got nothing but trust
You′ve got nothing but you and I got nothing but us
So come along with me and see how fun it'll be
The reapers creepin′ around the corner and he's coming for me
I don't cry over bitches, don′t cry over boys
Only time that I cry is when I can′t escape the noise
I'm crashing and I′m burning but at least it's Rolls-Royce
Facetime calls, I just wanna hear your voice
′Cause its much better than the ones in my head
Wrote a suicide note and I'm not even dead
I feel much better with your head on my legs
Matter of fact, go ahead and put your feet on my pegs
Let′s ride this glide, let's elevate tonight
I'ma reel in close ′cause I swear I don′t bite