Tears Run Dry - Tinie Tempah, Sway Clarke II

There’s nothing to borrow

There’s no more regrets

Your shadows I follow

But it’s like no one’s there

But my tears run dry

But my tears run dry

Oh my fields won’t die

When you’re not there

So I go

Head first into your puddle of tears

Heart first into the tunnel of fear

Had your very first son at 21

Only old enough to be my mum by a couple of years

Cuddled all of your kids

Soon you’ll be cuddling theirs

And we always hear our names when you mumble your prayers

Remember when you said get a job, pick another career?

But fuck that shit, we’re to humble to care yeah

Maybe it’s God disguising a blessing

The truth can be hard to swallow, should I reply to these questions?

I’m stuck in the fucking middle on either side of the fences

Of all this blinding and effing, just drive me down to my session

This a mid-life crisis, is this some kind of depression?

Like a substitute teacher, I wanna teach you a lesson, ah

I think we should live and just let it die

I’ll just put on my fucking shades to hide the pain in my eyes

Standing in front of mirrors that make me look best

Rolling on something special to make me forget

Mum and Daddy came to this country and gave me the best

But all the money in the world ain’t repaying the debt

After taking a cheque, my girl got impatient and left

Still have a Damier Canvas, case of the ex

She sending me the sort of things you don’t say in a text

I won’t even listen to this song cause it makes me depressed

Cause I didn’t ever do anything to hurt you

Feels like I don’t have anybody to turn to

You were the only woman I let into my circle

Closer than Celie and Nettie in The Color Purple

Saw her the other day, she said she’s going to nurse school

Gave me her BBM and said we should keep it virtual

But I think we should just live and just let it die

I’ll just put on my fucking shades and pretend everything’s fine

They said I used to have it, guess I got it back

They said I fucking lost it, guess I got it back

The pot can’t call the kettle black

Here’s a double shot of pride, swallow that

Gave your sister my number if you ever wanna chat

Heard she gave it you, you never even hollered back

Said there was too much on your plate but it wasn’t that

You was like an email with a file, you just got attached

Read your article and didn’t even need to diss you

Cover shoot, I hope they put you on a decent issue

And tell your girl I said mwah, ciao and bisou bisou

She was on my tour bus for a month and didn’t even miss you

After the shit we did it’s crazy even if she kiss you

Here’s some aloe vera Kleenex if you need a tissue

I think we should live and just let it die

I’ll just put on my fucking shades and pretend everything’s fine

They said I used to have it, guess I got it back

They said I fucking lost it, guess I got it back

The pot can’t call the kettle black

Here’s a double shot of pride, swallow that