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Cry No More (feat. Stormzy & Tay Keith)
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Headie One
Headie One
Vocals
Stormzy
Stormzy
Vocals
Calum Landau
Calum Landau
Programming
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Irving Adjei
Irving Adjei
Songwriter
Michael Omari
Michael Omari
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Tay Keith
Tay Keith
Producer
Pooh Beatz
Pooh Beatz
Producer
Tommy Parker
Tommy Parker
Producer
Charlie Rolfe
Charlie Rolfe
Recording Engineer
Liam Nolan
Liam Nolan
Recording Engineer
Leandro Hidalgo
Leandro Hidalgo
Mixing Engineer
Colin Leonard
Colin Leonard
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

Nobody don't wanna cry no more (Pooh, you a fool for this one) Nobody don't wanna die no more I'm sure nobody don't wanna go hide no more You don't wanna go court, have to lie no more (Tay Keith, what the fuck up, nigga?), turn Nobody don't wanna cry no more (no) I seen years go by, but bine been flyin' more (yeah) Sometimes you gotta lose the battle just so you can win the war (suh, suh, s-s-suh) You gotta go back and forth from the court to the roads to court (uh) Two new waps, we play an expensive sport (two of them, two of them) Me and bro-bro cuttin' through the hood, Lamborghini Aventador (yeah) I know it's a two-seat, but they say less is more (less is more) I lost so much boots, feel like I need a pedicure (why?) Feds still comin' with questionnaires, how can I live my life in fear? (Turn, turn) I came up, now my wrist is sheddin' tears (turn, ayy, told me turn) I got this hand ting filled up with Nina bells, I don't know if death is near Caught me an opp-boy, told bro let me do stabs, come like he the engineer (suh, s-s-suh) 15 with a sawn-off, long like a bottle of Belvedere Next thing I'm in HMP, I really had to get mail in there (One) You know work got sold on the road, I made work, still sell in there (One) I've seen niggas fold, start singin' like Ella Eyre (uh) Nobody don't wanna cry no more Nobody don't wanna die no more I'm sure nobody don't wanna go hide no more (yo) You don't wanna go court, have to lie no more (look) I wasted a mill' on drip, all I rock is gymwear Four bags on T-shirts, two bags on skincare I gotta keep my skin clear I don't know about queues, just walk straight in there You sing that Asake song with your chest, but you niggas ain't been here (Lonely, lonely, lonely, lonely) At the top, it's me It gets lonely sometimes, then I look down with a sigh of relief (phew) Cool, my flow's tight like Gage and Fee I'm a grown-arse man, I don't do on sight, I do wait and see (brap) I put two plates on the side of the game, lay down on my back, then bench it (bench it) All you can do with your fist is clench it, I might Dave and Cench it (woo) Take a look at these diamonds wrong, then the mandem gon' turn you sprinter I do the Uno reverse, might ski all summer, do beach in winter I just laugh when they say that I can't go higher, I'm a frequent flyer My last album's cold, but my new one's fire, I might call it Maya I got back pain and I got neck pain 'cah I got the weight of the game on my shoulder Kept sayin' that it weren't no fluke, I was young like Luke, now I gotta be Yoda Nobody don't wanna cry no more (you don't) Nobody don't wanna die no more I'm sure nobody don't wanna go hide no more You don't wanna go to court, have to lie no more
Writer(s): Irving Ampofo Adjei, Thomas Wesily Lumpkins, Brytavious Keith Chambers, Michael Ebenazer Kwadjo Omari, Daryl Jr Clemons Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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