Текст песни River of Tears - Genre

River of tears, what the
What the fuck you even taking pills for?
N**** what the fuck you even taking pills for?
Dog died n****, river of tears
I would give up the car, the designer
And all of the jewelry to see you here
When my dog died n****, swear I cried me a river of tears
(Aye, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)

When my dog died n****, swear I cried me a river of tears
I would give up the car, give up designer and jewelry to see you here
Don't you remember?
We was just rolling the blunt, making some dope disappear
Now, I got too many bitches and too many bottles
And all of them hiding my fears
When my dog died n****, swear I cried me a river of tears
And I would give anything I have to have you right here
You was my right hand, my main
Held me down when I was insane
Run up on us, you gon' feel pain
Shit ain't the same

'Member them bitches pulled up on us?
They tried to play you because of your size
Told them bitches, "Hop inside"
We about to take a ride
I don' told 'em it was your whip
And I don't know why you lettin' me drive
Two hundred miles the dashboard
We gon' make these bitches come alive (Skrt)
Told me to hop on the stage and I'd be amazing, and boy you was right
Now, when I hop on the stage
I feel played 'cause, you ain't nowhere in sight
Then you told me keep my voice this raspy
And bitches gon' wanna come ride my dick
That was 2014, now they hearing me and say I sound like Roddy Ricch
What the fuck you even taking pills for?
Don't you know that that's that type of shit that kill folks
When they'd talk you wouldn't listen, when I said it you'd hear it more
Your pops told me I was your motherfuckin' hero

So, when my dog died n****, swear I cried me a river of tears
I would give up the car, give up designer and jewelry to see you here
Don't you remember?
We was just rolling the blunt, making some dope disappear
Now, I got too many bitches and too many bottles
And all of them hiding my fears
When my dog died n****, swear I cried me a river of tears
And I would give anything I have to have you right here
You was my right hand, my main
Held me down when I was insane
Run up on us, you gone feel pain
Shit ain't the same

'Member you put a hundred on that table flat? (That table flat)
I'm like, "What the fuck am I about to do with that?"
(What the fuck am I gon' do with that?)
He said, "Go and buy that auto-tune and sing your ass off"
"And I don't want it back whenever your shit blast off"
And I had a couple bitches, I let you get your smash off
Your pops came down but he ain't never know that we was mad sauced
And fuck them n***** that was hatin' on you, swear to God they was mad soft
I done fuck all they bitches
I don' cut 'em so deep, now I'm finna go add salt
Yeah, I'm a asshole
Yeah, I been asshole
Ever since you died it's 'bout that cash flow
Ever since you died it's 'bout that cash flow
That cash flow yeah, yeah
(When my dog died n****, swear I cried me a river of tears)
(I don't wanna sing this song no more, man, this shit 'bouta bring me to tears)
(I just wanna sip a bottle, pop a model, remember the years, I just)