It's a Shame - Devin the Dude

Written by：Andre Young/Michael Elizondo/Devin Copeland/Jason Charles Boyd

Make you cry

Cry

The things that'll make you laugh

Can be the same things that make you cry cry

Those things that'll make you tell the truth

Can make you lie make you lie lie lie

Can make you cry cry cry cry

Got my swisha rolled

I'm finsta go up here to the liquor sto'

To equalize my high

And try to see if I could fly

I know I can't but still

I drink and smoke that kill

I'm real I chill I f**ked a gal

Who had to tell mine guess that was just my luck

Sluts hoes b**ches tramps all of the clits get down

When it comes to certain purchases they can't go get with stamps

But before I got a chance to learn I got caught up

The b**ch got high then my name was brought up

F**ked my whole game up told the whole hood

Tried to go back to the crib and get p**sy no good

I shoulda known it blowin it like she owned it

Now the phone clicks and damn my gal is gone sh*t

A hard lesson to learn now I'm just finna turn

This curb and go buy some herb and try to wet my worm

With some b**ch who don't even know my muthaf**kin' name

It's a shame shame shame

It's a shame when you're left out

And you're runnin' all over town

Am I to blame am I the only one

To pick myself up after fallin' down

When I try tryin' so hard

To keep my feet on solid ground

So many people comin'into my life with b******t in my ear

Steadily irkin' me won't you stop workin' me

Why why do the seasons change

Why why why do I feel this way

Why do I feel this way

Get up and get high

A sweet to the head my eyes redder than fire

I'm gettin' blowed lettin' smoke go right out the screen do'

People walkin' by hey D have you seen no

I'm by myself and alone

And if it's b******t I gotta listen to man gone

Don't even like to go but when I show at a club

I be lookin' for p**sy seldom searchin' for love

But I f**ked up again and I went once mo'

Wasn't tryin' to find a b**ch but stumbled upon a hoe

So me and this b**ch who didn't even know me

Left the curb so she can serve me wanted to show me

A nice quiet private place no one would know

I rolled somethin' to smoke she had somethin' to blow

But then them laws though they had us f**ked in the game

Charged the b**ch for prostitution charged me for the caine

It's a shame

The things that'll make you laugh

Can be the same things that make you cry cry

Those things that'll make you tell the truth

Can make you lie make you lie lie lie lie

Can make you cry cry cry cry