Songtext Crocodile tears Bryson Tiller

Crocodile tears

She could barely stand the sight of me
Still got a eye on me, oh
She like, "Who this bad lil' lightskin? Who this?"
Ex-pornstar friend, who this?
I don't even know who your new dude is, uh
You've been through enough
What else is there left for me to prove?
Huh, already put you through hell, mama
Thinkin' only 'bout myself, mama
Two or three times you left, mama
Huh, you know how that felt, mama?
No, 'cause I never left, mama
At least not financially, I stayed with you
But you say fuck the money, spend a Sunday with you
And a Monday wth you
Every fuckin' day with you
And what did I do? (Ooh) Huh
I took the whole year off for you
Wipin' them crocodile tears off for you
Huh, tellin' my peers all for you
Duckin', I know we could use the money, but fuck it
Tryna go back from Benz to a bucket
You tryna go random trips, Nantucket?
I'm tryna go "ciao" and blow the whole budget
Tell me, how I'ma do that with nothin'?
Matter fact, tell the fans why I went missin'
Somewhere with you, cuddled up, kissin'
Watchin' these young niggas run up millions
Never had money, don't know how I'm feelin'
Got a lot of folks that depend on me
If you had money, would you spend on me?
Or take that shit and run with it?
Take it and run
Leave me here with none

Say, break me off somethin', I'm down on funds
2018, we had too much fun
2019, we had too much fun
Fun, fun
We had fun, fun (Fun)
Oh yeah
Had fun (Fun)
And you [?]
Tears, you got tears in your eyes
Shit