Brianna Perry - Mascara Tears Lyrics
[feat. T-Pain]And when I think, about all the things IGotta go through out here as a womanIn this man's worldThat's what I be thinking boutHey[Chorus:]You ain't gotta say a word, baby I can read your moodYou ain't tryina ***** with that dudeI can tell you had enough, of this stuffShawty believe, he got the wrong definitionOf beating that ***** upI tell you what, let me talk to him, put a spot to himBaby I don't give a *****, oh whoaIf you ain't happy then, let it go aroundThen come back againThat awkward when they know you groupieAnd you pull up to his lambo, in your dirty hooptyAnd he fell like he could play you cause you worth littleCause your mind small, and your work littleLife is like a prom night, it only happens once, right?Better have the right dress, right pumpyThey say you was never raised rightCan never get them grades rightCreeping in that late nights from bloody day rape fightsThe lost girl, lost love, red dress, the devil inFighting for your relevance, head butts, evelinYou wanna be a star too, bottles from the bar tooYou want paparazzi popping at your car, too[Chorus:]You ain't gotta say a word, baby I can read your moodYou ain't tryina ***** with that dudeI can tell you had enough, of this stuffShawty believe, he got the wrong definitionOf beating that ***** upI tell you what, let me talk to him, put a spot to himBaby I don't give a *****, oh whoaIf you ain't happy then, let it go aroundThen come back againThat awkward when they know you groupieSteady thinking, hoping that he chose meHe say some simple shit that make blushAnd at night, mascara runnin down your blushCinderela slipper, he done caught you slippinSirock sippin, goose sippin, got you talkin differentCause beeing broke got you *****in trippinYo, watch your feet girl, you *****in trippinHow you independent fountain blowTryina kick back all them bands that you blowI guess livin ratchet got you blowNext morning, nigga lookin like "who is you?"[Chorus:]You ain't gotta say a word, baby I can read your moodYou ain't tryina ***** with that dudeI can tell you had enough, of this stuffShawty believe, he got the wrong definitionOf beating that ***** upI tell you what, let me talk to him, put a spot to himBaby I don't give a *****, oh whoaIf you ain't happy then, let it go aroundThen come back againI see your tears mama, dry your tearsIt ain't worth itI swear it ain't worth itShe shed so many tears.
