Kendrick Lamar & Taylour Paige - We Cry Together Lyrics

On "We Cry Together," Kendrick and Taylour Paige take inverse sides in a revolting couple's debate that sees them mercilessly disparaging each other for almost six minutes. One more understanding of the tune is that Taylour addresses the condition of hip-jump, despising Kendrick for being missing throughout the previous five years — his past collection, DAMN., was delivered in April 2017.

Singer

Kendrick Lamar & Taylour Paige

Album

N95

Produced By

Emile Haynie, Bēkon, J.LBS & The Alchemist

Written By

The Alchemist, Bēkon, Florence Welch, J.LBS & Kendrick Lamar

Publisher

​pgLang, Interscope Records, Top Dawg Entertainment & Aftermath Entertainment

Primary Artists

Kendrick Lamar & Taylour Paige

Phonographic Copyright ℗

Aftermath Entertainment, Interscope Records & Universal Music Group

Copyright ©

Aftermath Entertainment, Interscope Records & Universal Music Group

Label

Aftermath Entertainment, Top Dawg Entertainment, Interscope Records & Universal Music Group

We Cry Together Lyrics

Oh, oh, oh

Oh, oh, oh

Hold on to each other

Hold on to each other

This is what the world sounds like

Nah, fuck you, nigga (Fuck you, bitch)

Oh, wow, okay

You got me fucked up

Fuck you, fuck you

I swear, I'm tired of these emotional-ass, ungrateful-ass bitches (Shut the fuck up)

Unstable-ass, confrontational-ass dumb bitches

You wanna bring a nigga 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)

Fuck you nigga, you love a pity party, I won't show up

Always act like your shit don't stink, motherfucker, grow up (Man, fuck you)

Forever late for shit, won't buy shit, sit around and deny shit (Man)

Fuck around on a side bitch, then come fuckin' up my shit

What? Fuckin' up yo' shit? You must be bleedin' and some more shit

Bitch, I don't know shit, fuck yo' feelings, you on some ho shit

See, I don't know why you likе playin' mind games with me (Mind games, man)

Bitch, I ain't slow nor ditsy, I know whеn you bein' distant

I know when you fake busy get out yo' feelings and miss me with that reverse psychology

Man, bitch, 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, nigga, you fuckin' lame

[Chorus: Kendrick Lamar & Taylour Paige]

You know what? Fuck you, bitch (Fuck you, nigga)

Nah, fuck you, bitch (Nah, fuck you, nigga)

Fuck you, bitch (Nah, fuck you, nigga)

Nah, fuck you, bitch (Fuck you, nigga)

Fuck you, bitch (Fuck you, nigga)

Fuck you (Fuck you), fuck you (Fuck you)

Fuck you (Fuck you)

Fuck you, nigga

Fuck you, bitch (Nah, fuck you)

Wastin' my time and energy tryna be good to you

Lost friends, family, gained more enemies 'cause of you

Bitches starin' at me in Zara, hoes scratchin' my cars up

Shoulda followed my mind in '09 and just moved to Georgia

Oh, what, that's my fault now? Bitch, you power trippin' or guilt trippin'? (Okay)

I held your ass down

You just kept me down, that's a big difference

Stressin' myself tryna figure why I'm not good enough

Goin' to church, prayin' for you, searchin' for good in us

Lil' dick-ass nigga that's tryna go big

But you was suckin' this dick though

Well, shit, I shoulda sucked his

What you say?

I shoulda found a bigger dick, bitch, get the fuck out my face

Oh, what, you mad?

Shut up, bitch, you got me fucked up today, on God

Ah-ha, you mad, lil' feelings is shot

Go text that raggedy bitch and tell her you all that she got

Man, what bitch?

Let her know you packin' yo' shit and gotta move by the first

Man, give me these fuckin' keys

Give me my keys, I'ma be late for work

Fuck yo' job, today gon' be the day you walk to that bitch

Give me my fuckin' keys

Nah, I like you parked in that bitch

Give me my keys bro

On God, you ain't gettin' these keys

Give me my fucking keys

Ah, now you mad at me, I got you hollerin' for nothin'

I do the same when we fuckin'

Act like that pussy ain't loose

I'd rather act like I'm cummin'

I'd rather fuck off the juice

I'd rather fuck on your cousin

Bitch, you said you gon' fuck who?

You heard me, nigga, it's nothing (Alright)

[Chorus: Kendrick Lamar & Taylour Paige]

You know what? Fuck you, bitch (Fuck you, nigga)

Fuck you, bitch (Nah, fuck you nigga)

No, fuck you, bitch (Nah, fuck you, nigga)

Fuck you, bitch (Fuck you, I'm sick of this nigga)

Fuck you (Fuck you), fuck you (Fuck you), fuck you

Fuck you, bi— (Fuck you)

Fuck you, bitch, stupid-ass bitch

I don't even know why I fuck with you

I'll be damned if I stuck with you

Changed my number, I'm duckin' you, bitch

Bitch, whatever is comfortable

Shit, this the type of shit couples do?

Shoulda thought about cuffin' you, bitch

Nigga, you dirty and you broke

Ho, you goofy and gullible, fuck you talkin' 'bout?

Mm, the insecurities you got, won't mind-fuck me

Womanizer, got no affection from yo' mama, I see

Don't speak on my mama, the fuck is yo' problem?

That bitch don't like me anyways

Bitch, she gave you the Honda

And used that shit to throw it in my face (Man, hol' on, bro)

Find it funny you just can't apologize (This bitch, dawg)

Egotistic, narcissistic, love your own lies (Bro)

See, you the reason why strong women fucked up

Why they say it's a man's world, see, you the reason for Trump

(I'm 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 bitches start fuckin' with bitches when they change

You the reason bitches start callin' y'all bitches 'cause y'all useless

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 fuck up, we all know you still playin' his music

Said I'm tired of these emotional-ass, ungrateful-ass bitches

Fake innocent, fake feminist, stop pretendin'

Y'all sentiments ain't realer than what you defendin'

(Here he go, shut the fuck 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, nigga)

Hmm, when Tash got a man, you didn't pick up the phone (Explain, nigga)

Uh-uh, when Nate got a job, you said you stayin' home (Explain)

Oh, why R&B bitches don't feature on each other songs then?

What the fuck is you talkin' 'bout?

Never mind, bitch, I'm walkin' out

Whatever, nigga, I'm off you now

Yo' evil ass kept me well in doubt

Pussy nigga, best watch your mouth

Pussy and mouth is all you got

Lay this pussy back on the couch

Doggie style, then you get on top

[Interlude: Taylour Paige & Kendrick Lamar]

Fuck me, nigga (I'ma fuck you, bitch)

Nah, fuck me, nigga, fuck me (I'ma fuck you, bitch)

Nah, fuck you, fuck me (You playin' man)

Fuck me

Nah, you playin'

Stop tap-dancing around the conversation

The tune opens with a vocal example from Florence + the Machine's 2018 melody, "June," prior to changing into a stripped-down piano and drum beat graciousness of The Alchemist. Following the collection's delivery, fans and news sources brought up that the tune's idea imparts similitudes to Eminem's May 2000 melody, "Kim." This track was likewise prodded on March 5, 2020, in pgLang's "Visual Mission Statement": 

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