No Need To Cry Lyrics

Just don't tell me you love me, I know thats far from the truth

He hit a lick on the plug, that's what we call drug abuse

I fell in love with chartreuse, but got a thing for them blues

I wear my heart on my sleeve so you can see all my wounds

Oh no it's no need to cry, it ain't gone do you no use

I know demons and angels, I know killers and flukes

I know these bitches play angles but my blunts be obtuse

Rubber goose, green moose, guava juice

Green twenties, pink fifties, dog I feel like Timmy

And if I could make a wish then all my dogs would be here with me

And my syrup come from Houston, get so high I sing like Whitney

Don't you wok away from me codeine been fucking with my kidneys

I been talking to the reaper but I do not feel like Billy

I done had some grim adventures, so I ride round went som semis

Even if I had a fever, If I was you I would not tempt me

Pull up in a mask, brain blast, he ain't Jimmy

Just don't tell me you love me, I know it's far from the truth

He hit a lick on the plug, that's what we call drug abuse

I rolled my pain in a dutch and left my pride on the moon

I'm at the heartbreak hotel, maybe I'll see you here soon

All is far in love and war, but you left my shit bruised

Everybody got they demons, but that ain't no excuse

Everybody out here feigning, just depends what you use

For some its love, for some its money, but my daddy heated spoons

And I can't do the fake love at least the hate is apparent

I got the same time as you, the only difference is some carrots

I was posting all my songs and you couldn't even share it

I was crying out for help but I was on another planet

And I couldn't sign my soul even if I was deaf

I done poured my heart out, but I don't think it's much left

Blowing motor breath feel like a Hellcat in my chest

You couldn't get as high as me if you had worked for SpaceX

Just don't tell me you love me, I know thats far from the truth

He hit a lick on the plug, that's what we call drug abuse

I fell in love with chartreuse, but got a thing for them blues

I wear my heart on my sleeve so you can see all my wounds

Oh no its no need to cry, it ain't gone do you no use

I know demons and angels, I know killers and flukes

I know these bitches play angles but my blunts be obtuse

Rubber goose, green moose

Blowing Wifi Cake, still ain't got the password up to heavens gate

And I can't lie some my dogs ain't get no real estate

This is for the days I had an eighth up in some cellophane

I was taking buses, I ain't talking bout no RTA

Ashes to ashes I had burn holes in my mattress

And I am not mechanic but I can work with a ratchet

Put a switch on Glock but I am not its grandparent

I put some rocks in my ear, my lobes be looking transparent