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don't cry over spilled milk - dayne lyrics

[intro]
yeah, this sh*t right here! (aww sh*t)

[verse 1]
f*ck i look like crying over some spilled milk?
i done walked up in this b*tch and watched the heads tilt
my shooters steppin’ in your home just like a ant hill
how i’m dana’s only boy but still the man still (yup)
man chill, watch out for the feds still (federales)
tried to f*cking stop me i’m too d*mn real (real)
ya’ll n*ggas what coulda been but i’d rather die and lose it all than to turn into a grant hill
and that’s for anybody steppin’ in the way
eye contact when she naked on the stage
eyes roll back when i hit her with the (ayy)
that’s the type of mosh pit that make a n*gga wanna rage (yay yay yay yay)
i ain’t gonna hold you bad to the bone
it’s a inside job i’m taking you home
i’m just tryna ease my mind a little; the time is brittle; just focus on the don a little it’s done
[bridge]
what the heads roll and then fall off
all these snake n*ggas praying that i fall off
boy he got a million dollars in them call logs
i done put too much work to f*cking call off
yeah all off n*gga goin all off
when the sh*t get hot i watch ‘em log off
whole team full of hitters like a walk*off
you know it’s f*ck the world
yeah it’s raw dawg

this sh*t right here (4x)

[verse 2]
yeah, turn me up
it been plenty long years i done came a long way from that young little boy feeling so pure
but did i fall off n*gga no sir
only thing fake ‘bout my whole cure
is i been wearing fake smiles like it’s couture
uh, sick world and it’s no cure
sh*t got me feeling unsure
and i been moving like a monster
so my trap phone booming like thunder
flashback, me and jorgey plot recordings
back and forth to austin*houston, houston*new orleans
back when i would sip on oil it got me feeling like a houston oiler
i been making bands off of youtube
popping more xans than i’m use to
can’t stay connected like the bluetooth so i got way less friends than i’m used to
uh, and any n*gga with a issue we got a magazine for ‘em
zo gone let the glock *gunshot*

[outro]
you better find your way out
your better learn how to run
you better walk away (2x)
you better find your way out
your better learn how to run
you better walk away (2x)

- dayne lyrics

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