We may be lost And gone forever The rain will wash our memory But when we cry We cry together Like it was meant to be I’ll take my time Happier than me No point in dreaming if you’re alone

And I feel so all alone I feel so all alone No one's gonna fix me when I'm broke How do you cry with inanimate eyes? You're never gonna smile with the way that you are I fell in love with a wind-up souvenir I bought it downtown as I was on my way to meet

I feel the tears coming And I wanna cry Gonna come on back, Come on back to you I don't know where I'd be without you now Cause you're the one thing I can't lose

Space coupe look like a UFO (Whoa) Smokin' on dope (Damn) They call me Yao 'cause my eyes real low (Low) Pourin' up fours (Whoa) You the type of nigga go cry to a ho (Ho) Butterfly doors (Ooh) Baby mama whip a pot on the stove (Whip it) Ain't no joke

Now I taught the weeping willow how to cry And I showed the clouds how to cover up a clear blue sky And the tears that I cried for that woman are gonna flood you Big River Then I'm gonna sit right here until I die I met her accidentally in St. Paul,

What goes around, comes around What goes up, must come down Don't play with me, don't play with me, 'cause Now who's cryin', desirin' to come back to me I remember when I was sittin' home alone Waiting for you 'til three o'clock in the morn Weren't you

Still the crying hurts in your head Well you're still beneath my feet Here I sit at Mary Ann's place Oh baby the rain is always pouring when I'm here Saw the lightning caught your stone Oh maybe the angels of tomorrow will let me go Well oh God don't

Cowgirls don't cry Cowgirls don't cry, ride, baby, ride Soon enough you gonna know why It's gonna hurt every now and then If you fall get back on again Her daddy gave her, her first pony Then taught her to ride She climbed high in that saddle Fell I

Well, I ride on a mail train, baby, can't buy a thrill Well, I been up all night leanin' on the windowsill Well, if I die on top of the hill And if I don't make it, you know my baby will Don't the moon look good, mama, shinin' through the trees Don't the

What would you do if your son was at home Crying all alone On the bedroom floor 'Cause he's hungry and the only way to feed him is to Sleep with a man for a little bit of money? And his daddy's gone in and out of lock down I ain't got a job now He's just