Tommy Cash - Cry

[IC3PEAK Vocals]

[2:02 Tommy Cash]

La la la la, la la la la
La la la la, excuse me, eh
La la la la, la la la la
La la la la, la la la la

Excuse me
That I’m leaving the kief life
I could go left
But I choose the right side
No stop signs
No matter if it’s rain or shine
I walk the line
Walk it, walk it, walk the line

Top of the ice-peak
Where the plants will never blossom
But I guess it’s OK
When I'm drunk on white russians
And I got one last cigarette left
Oh shit, oh shit

Nahuy nado, Tommy never wore Prada
My sweat is my scatter
Ferrari is my Lada
No homo, this magic throat
Makes me money
But this printed paper
Never made me happy
No real job
Just hanging with my bitch
I wish I had a brother
Something like Klitschko
So I’d never feel alone
Like I do
Fuck a million views
Fuck expensive food
Fuck

If I am a vision
Then I can see clearly
Struggling to focus
It’s getting hard to feel it
I rarely feel the ground
I really try to grip it
I’m really tired of trying
I want to just skip it, yeah
(Could I just skip it)

Skip, skip

La la la la, la la la la
La la la la, la la la la
La la la la, la la la la
La la la la, la la la la
La la la la, la la la la
La la la la, la la la la
La la la la, la la la la