Brianna Perry - Mascara Tears lyrics

rate me

When I think about all the things I

Gotta through out here as a woman

In this man’s world

It’s what I’ll be thinking bout

You ain’t gotta say a word

Baby I can read your mood

You ain’t trying to fuck with that dude

I can tell you’ve had enough of this stuff

Shorty believe he got the wrong

Definition of beating that pussy off

I tell you what, let me talk to him

Put a spot to him, baby I don’t give a fuck

If you ain’t happy

Then let it go around and come back again

That awkward moment when they know you groupie

You pull up to his Lambo in your dirty humpty

He feel like he can play cause you’re worth little

Your mind small he you work little

Life is like a prom night, it only happens once right

Better have the right dress, right pump height

They say you wasn’t raised right

Could never get them grades right

Creeping in that late nights

From bloody day rape fights

The lost girl, lost love red dress the devil in

Fighting for your relevance head butts Evelyn

You wanna be a star too

Bottles from the bar too

You want paparazzi popping at your car too

You ain’t gotta say a word

Baby I can read your mood

You ain’t trying to fuck with that dude

I can tell you’ve had enough of this stuff

Shorty believe he got the wrong

Definition of beating that pussy off

I tell you what, let me talk to him

Put a spot to him, baby I don’t give a fuck

If you ain’t happy

Then let it go around and come back again

That awkward moment when they know you groupie

Standing thinking hoping that he chose me

He say some simple shit that make you blush

And at night mascara running down your blush

Cinderella slipper he done caught you slipping

Ciroc sipping goose sipping got you talking different

Cause being broke got you fucking tripping

Watch your feet girl you fucking tripping

How you independent fountain blow

Trying kick back all them bands that you blow

I guess living ratchet got you blow

Next morning nigger looking like who is you?

You ain’t gotta say a word

Baby I can read your mood

You ain’t trying to fuck with that dude

I can tell you’ve had enough of this stuff

Shorty believe he got the wrong

Definition of beating that pussy off

I tell you what, let me talk to him

Put a spot to him, baby I don’t give a fuck

If you ain’t happy

Then let it go around then come back again

I see your tears mama

Dry your tears

It ain’t worth it

I swear it ain’t worth it

She shed so many tears