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- Scott Richard
 
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Field Mob - Crutch 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 gunField Mob - Crutch - http://motolyrics.com/field-mob/crutch-lyrics.html
 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

















