Song Cry (Live On MTV Unplugged / 2001)

Picture all the possibilities

Picture all the possibilities

Sounds like a love song

Sounds like a love song

Most incredible, baby

(Ooh) uh

(Ooh-ooh-ooh) mm, mm, mm, mm

(Ooh-ooh-ooh) yeah, yeah

Uh

I can't see 'em comin' down my eyes

So I gotta make the song cry

I can't see 'em comin' down my eyes

So I gotta make the song cry

Good dude, I know you love me like cooked food

Even though a nigga gotta move like a crook move

We was together on the block since free lunch

We shoulda been together havin' Four Seasons brunch

We used to use umbrellas to face the bad weather

So now we travel first-class to change the forecast

Never in bunches, just me and you

I loved your point of view 'cause you held no punches

Still I left you for months on end

It's been months since I checked back in

We're somewhere in a small town

Somewhere lockin' a mall down

Woodgrain, four and change, Armor All'd down

I can understand why you want a divorce now

Though I can't let you know it, pride won't let me show it

Pretend to be heroic, that's just one to grow with

But deep inside, a nigga so sick

I can't see 'em comin' down my eyes

So I gotta make the song cry

I can't see 'em comin' down my eyes

So I gotta let the song cry

Can't see 'em comin' down my eyes

So I gotta make the song cry

I can't see 'em comin' down my eyes

So I gotta make the song cry

On repeat, the CD of Big's "Me & My Bitch"

Watchin' Bonnie and Clyde, pretendin' to be that shit

Empty gun in your hand, sayin', "Let me see that clip"

Shopping sprees, pull out your Visa quick

A nigga had very bad credit, you helped me lease that whip

You helped me get the keys to that V dot 6

We was so happy poor, but when we got rich

That's when our signals got crossed, and we got flipped