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proph (uk) - cry later lyrics

[intro]
you don’t wanna take it off
blame it on [?]
blame it on the alcohol
just anyone that isn’t you
but you’re free
do what you wanna do
you’re free
do what you wanna do

[verse]
i was tryna fend for two of us, i never would have changed
going back and forth, i prayed this sh+t was just a phase
every time i look back, i see no farther forwards
instead of seeing how far a n+++a really done came
it’s been six long years since elliot had a break and all now i remain
but he been tryna show his face for a lil’ bit
probably why i love these women that are older than me
make me feel like it’s okay to be a lil’ kid
who’s really in the driver’s seat? and who’s p?
is he a womaniser? is he a pious man or diet plans?
and will it find our broken soul will cover lawyer fees?
i split myself so many times before i knew ’bout royalties
sh+t, this what happens when you’re running, my coping mechanisms are my egos
and i don’t know which one is up and coming
it might be the f banger, the most obsessed rapper
or every other me that i left out of the discussion
came home from school to seven n+++s smoking out the yard
the smell reminded me of everything i hated, mummy breaking
down, so when my bro got high, i told him he’s a paigon
then i grew up and realised the sh+t that we was facing
never told my friends that i went dance practice
wasn’t g enough ’til i sold them trapstar jackets
seventeen+year+old weed addict and youth offender
only tried to look up to people with heart damage
my mama finally married this year, she found the one
and i missed the f+cking wedding just to stack up on some new funds
the same woman that i said i’d give the world to
and i wasn’t even there when she was trying to build a new one
what’s the point of life if those who love don’t get the best of you?
smiling at the mobos ’til your fam pick up the rest of you
as well as babylon, it’s yourself that’s been oppressing you
the industry will buy a lost soul more than a fn do
i died and came back to life as myself
i was scared of playing with the bad hand that i was dealt
scared of being humble, scared of being lonely
scared that i would fumble, scared these n++++s would control me
i apologise for being a young n+++a
i love f+cking the game, just not what comes with her
ever looked inside that mirror, don’t see you anymore?
sh+t, i started to forget what i was doing this for
the mixtape wasn’t even in my plans, lil’ n+++a
had to go remind myself that i’m the one, lil’ n+++a
i did fifty+something songs in two months, lil’ n+++a
i’m as motherf+cking crazy as they come, lil’ n+++a
god sent me new fire from the pain required and told me
had another fifteen+year run, lil’ n+++a
so don’t
ever try and rob me for my plate
they weren’t cool and i can turn them boys to lunch, lil’ n+++a
shout out to the gang and ‘nem that realise everything we been through
trust me, the real men of the year were not at gq
trust me, that bass in all your voice is getting eqed
and trust me, that top is getting ripped like it’s from temu
i rhyme poetry, listening to whitney houston
on a sat+rday, talking ’bout alignment with my b+tch
f+ck speed+dating with the labels on some bullsh+t
i’ve known from day one that this shoe would really fit
p+ssy, i’m a shooting star if i give you my heart
i can make you n++++s cry or make them shake a lil’ +rs+
i can save a d+mn world after they tear it apart
thank god bro said [?] gave that lil’ boy a chance
thank god i lost my famo ’cause it showed me the path
thank god i cried about you ’cause it won’t be the last, uh
guarantee you’ll figure what i mean
until they ten+figure deal me, let ’em know the boy is free

- proph uk lyrics

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