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Crutch
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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Field Mob
Field Mob
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Not a writer
Not a writer
Composer
Sidney Johnson
Sidney Johnson
Composer
Darion Crawford
Darion Crawford
Composer
Shawn Johnson
Shawn Johnson
Composer
Emanuel Anderson
Emanuel Anderson
Composer
Amin Miller
Amin Miller
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Pop
Pop
Producer
Uncle Jamz
Uncle Jamz
Producer
Ole-e
Ole-e
Producer

Lyrics

You are not alone 'cause I'm going through this thing with you You don't have to cry no more If we make it through this pain, promise I'm gon' keep it real with you You, you don't have to cry no more I remember bein' broke with no record deal Broke with no job, too broke to smoke dope Man, times so hard, I wanna take my own life That's what pain do to you But I'm too broke to even die I couldn't afford a funeral I'm too broke to spend time Y'all don't know how it feel I could've been a metal welder 'Cause I know how to steel Naw, I ain't braggin', I'm just keepin' it real I was so broke my wet dream was 'bout eatin' a meal Man I been homeless You ever spent the night in the grass? With ants and mesquites While they bitin' ya ass My best friend got shot nine times for nothin' He was all I had, we used to lie and say we was cousins Even Momma turned her back on me, wouldn't look me in my face I'm a disgrace to my folks, 'cause I ain't graduate? I ain't have nobody Man, I wish I was dead I was alone so I turned to God and e said You are not alone 'cause I'm going through this thing with you You don't have to cry no more If we make it through this pain, promise I'm gon' keep it real with you You, you don't have to cry no more As far as I remember, I been in high school ever since elementary Since the fifth I been twistin' spliffs and hittin' the weed My eyes went through menestration every day in the summer At age six, my piss could crank up a Hummer Had a hooker mom, like Alfred she Hitchcock Bumped dad, 'cause when he visit it was like a pit stop I lived knock hard, like Jay Z, boy ya won Things got harder, at age eighteen, I bought a gun A three eighty caliber, for street crazy scavengers Tryna take my [Incomprehensible], I'll turn your hat lavender Sacks of herb in my pocket I smoke eventually Supposed to be sellin' 'em, but it's hard to give 'em away Livin' the day for tomorrow, so on the down low I used beats and rhymes, why not, look at me now From flippin' dimes, playin' get like me to get a dollar To ridin' on my own twenties in my Impala, I ain't cryin' You are not alone 'cause I'm going through this thing with you You don't have to cry no more If we make it through this pain, promise I'm gon' keep it real with you You, you don't have to cry no more Well, I been hearin' a lotta people say that blood's thicker than water Well, answer this then, which would you swallow? I said that to say, it don't matter, friend or kin Shawn ain't my cousin but he here through thick and thin Okay, I came up but all the faith folks came down The script flip flopped, now the game changed round Everybody wanna chill now, in my grill now Now my smile ice cold, white gold like whoa You are not alone 'cause I'm going through this thing with you You don't have to cry no more If we make it through this pain, promise I'm gon' keep it real with you You, you don't have to cry no more You are not alone 'cause I'm going through this thing with you You don't have to cry no more If we make it through this pain, promise I'm gon' keep it real with you You, you don't have to cry no more You are not alone 'cause I'm going through this thing with you You don't have to cry no more If we make it through this pain, promise I'm gon' keep it real with you You, you don't have to cry no more We all need to cry sometimes, someone, something we can count on A crutch, a crutch, a crutch, a crutch, a crutch We all need to cry sometimes, someone, something we can count on A crutch, a crutch, a crutch, a crutch, a crutch We all need to cry sometimes, someone, something we can count on A crutch, a crutch, a crutch, a crutch, a crutch
Writer(s): Shawn Johnson, Sidney Johnson, Unknown Splits, Darion Crawford, Emanuel Anderson, Amin Miller Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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