We Cry Together lyrics

[Intro: Florence Welch & Whitney Alford]
Oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh
Hold on to each other
Hold on to each other
This is what the world sounds like

[Interlude: Taylour Paige & Kendrick Lamar]
Nah, f*ck you, n*gga (f*ck you, b*tch)
Oh, wow, okay
You got me f*cked up
f*ck you, f*ck you

[Verse 1: Kendrick Lamar & Taylour Paige]
I swear, I'm tired of these emotional-ass, ungrateful-ass b*tches (Shut the f*ck up)
Unstable-ass, confrontational-ass dumb b*tches
You wanna bring a n*gga down, even when I'm tryna do right
We could go our separate ways right now, you could move on with your life, I swear to God
f*ck you, n*gga, you love a pity party, I won't show up
Always act like your sh*t don't stink, motherf*cker, grow up (Man, f*ck you)
Forever late for sh*t, won't buy sh*t, sit around and deny sh*t (Man)
f*ck around on a side b*tch, then come f*ckin' up my sh*t?
What? f*ckin' up yo' sh*t? You must be bleedin' and some more sh*t
b*tch, I don't know sh*t, f*ck yo' feelings
You on some ho sh*t
See, I don't know why you likе playin' mind games with me (Mind games, man, c'mon, bro, likе, God)
b*tch, I ain't slow nor ditsy, I know when you bein' distant (Come on, dawg)
I know when you fake busy get out yo' feelings and miss me with that reverse psychology
Man, b*tch, you trippin', who got you that Rollie chain?
And who put that car in my name?
What, you think I'ma kiss yo' ass?
Nah, n*gga, you f*ckin' lame
[Chorus: Kendrick Lamar & Taylour Paige]
You know what? f*ck you, b*tch (f*ck you, n*gga)
Nah, f*ck you, b*tch (Nah, f*ck you, n*gga)
f*ck you, b*tch (Nah, f*ck you, n*gga)
Nah, f*ck you, b*tch (f*ck you, n*gga)
f*ck you, b*tch (f*ck you, n*gga)
f*ck you (f*ck you), f*ck you (f*ck you)
f*ck you (f*ck you)
f*ck you, n*gga
f*ck you, b*tch (Nah, f*ck you)

[Verse 2: Taylour Paige & Kendrick Lamar]
Wastin' my time and energy tryna be good to you
Lost friends, family, gained more enemies 'cause of you
b*tches starin' at me at Zara, ho's scratchin' my cars up
Shoulda followed my mind in '09 and just moved to Georgia
Oh, what, that's my fault now? b*tch, you power trippin' or guilt trippin'? (Okay)
I held your ass down
You just kept me down, that's a big difference (Man)
Stressin' myself tryna figure why I'm not good enough
Goin' to church, prayin' for you, searchin' for good in us
Lil'-di*k-ass n*gga that's tryna go big
But you was suckin' this di*k though
Well, sh*t, I shoulda sucked his
What you say?
I shoulda found a bigger di*k
Man, b*tch, get the f*ck out my face
Oh, what, you mad?
Shut up, b*tch, you got me f*cked up today, on God
Ah-ha, you mad, lil' feelings is shot
Go text that raggedy b*tch and tell her you all that she got (Man, what b*tch?)
Let her know you packin' yo' sh*t and gotta move by the first
Man, give me these f*ckin' keys
Give me my keys, I'ma be late for work
f*ck yo' job, today gon' be the day you walk to that b*tch
Give me my f*ckin' keys
Nah, I like you parked in that b*tch
Give me my keys, bro
On God, you ain't gettin' these keys
Give me my f*cking keys
Ah, now you mad at me, I got you hollerin' for nothin'
I do the same when we f*ckin'
Act like that pus*y ain't loose
I'd rather act like I'm c*mmin'
I'd rather f*ck off the juice, f*ck you talkin' 'bout?
I'd rather f*ck on your cousin
b*tch, you said you gon' f*ck who?
You heard me, n*gga, it's nothin' (Alright)
[Chorus: Kendrick Lamar & Taylour Paige]
You know what? f*ck you, b*tch (f*ck you, n*gga)
f*ck you, b*tch (Nah, f*ck you, n*gga)
No, f*ck you, b*tch (Nah, f*ck you, n*gga)
f*ck you, b*tch (f*ck you, I'm sick of this n*gga)
f*ck you (f*ck you), f*ck you (f*ck you), f*ck you
f*ck you, bi— (f*ck you)
f*ck you, b*tch, stupid-ass b*tch

[Verse 3: Kendrick Lamar & Taylour Paige]
I don't even know why I f*ck with you
I'll be damned if I stuck with you
Changed my number, I'm duckin' you, b*tch
b*tch, whatever is comfortable
sh*t, this the type of sh*t couples do? Shoulda thought about cuffin' you, b*tch
n*gga, you dirty and you broke
Ho, you goofy and gullible, f*ck you talkin' 'bout?
Mmm, the insecurities you got won't mind-f*ck me
Womanizer, got no affection from yo' mama, I see
Don't speak on my mama, the f*ck is yo' problem, b*tch?
That b*tch don't like me anyways
b*tch, she gave you the Honda, f*ck
And used that sh*t to throw it in my face (Man, hol' on, bro)
Find it funny you just can't apologize (This b*tch, dawg)
Egotistic, narcissistic, love, you're all lies (Bro)
See, you the reason why strong women f*cked up
Why they say it's a man's world, see, you the reason for Trump
(You crying, bro?)
You the reason, we overlooked, underpaid, under-booked, under shame
If you look, I don't speak, then I'm called on my name (Hah...)
I am flawed, I am pained, never yours, I remained (Come on, bro)
You the reason b*tches start f*ckin' with b*tches when they change
You the reason b*tches start callin' y'all b*tches 'cause y'all useless (Alright)
You the reason Harvey Weinstein had to see his conclusion
You the reason R. Kelly can't recognize that he's abusive
Man, shut the f*ck up, we all know you still playin' his music
Said I'm tired of these emotional-ass, ungrateful-ass b*tches
Fake innocent, fake feminist, stop pretendin'
Y'all sentiments ain't realer than what you defendin'
(Here he go, shut the f*ck up) It's a split decision, broads like you and real victims (Look at you, look at you)
Let's talk the truth (Okay), women in general just can't get along (Explain, n*gga)
Hmm, when Tash got a man, you didn't pick up the phone (Explain, n*gga)
Uh-uh, when Nate got a job, you said you stayin' home (Explain)
Oh, why R&B b*tches don't feature on each other songs then?
What the f*ck is you talkin' 'bout?
Never mind, b*tch, I'm walkin' out
Whatever, n*gga, I'm off you now
Yo' evil ass kept me well in doubt
pus*y n*gga, best watch your mouth
pus*y and mouth is all you got
Lay this pus*y back on the couch
Doggie style, then you get on top
[Interlude: Taylour Paige & Kendrick Lamar]
f*ck me, n*gga (I'ma f*ck you, b*tch)
Nah, f*ck me, n*gga, f*ck me (I'ma f*ck you, b*tch)
Nah, f*ck you, f*ck me (You playin', man)
f*ck me
Nah, you playin'

[Outro: Whitney Alford]
Stop tap-dancing around the conversation