© 2026 FOOTLOSE — Rights reserved. Concept, lyrics, artistic direction, prompting and final editing: Footlose. AI assistance: Mistral & ChatGPT. Music, sound design and vocals generated with Suno AI. Contains AI-generated elements. Commercial use subject to applicable Suno Pro terms. ---- Yeah… laugh it off, laugh it off, big man style, Salt inna me eye but me still wear smile. Dem say boys don’t bend, boys don’t break, So me hide thunder when me whole chest shake. Boys don’t cry, that’s the line dem sell, But the mirror know truth inna cheap hotel. Big man don’t cry, that’s the old street code, Stand up straight when the heart overload. Sun come out, clouds roll by, That’s what dem chant when the room get dry. But me saw you last night, sleeve on your face, Trying hide flood like it leave no trace. You say “stay solid” with a crack in the tone, Call me dramatic while you shake on the phone. Pride pon your chest like a medal too bright, But your pillow took hits in the middle of the night. Big boys don’t cry? Then why your bed look like rain passed by? Sometimes me wish me could move like a boy, Break one heart then call it joy. Kick up the room, make noise, make noise, Then blame everybody when me mash up me toy. If me play you back, would the rules still fly? If me turn ice-cold, would you still ask why? If me make you cry, would you run and hide, Or sing that old line with your chest outside? Boys don’t cry! Lie-lie-lie. Boys don’t cry! Dry your eye. Man must stand when the pressure rise, No soft look, no water eyes. No fear, no pain, no crack in frame, Never let tears put dirt on name. That’s what dem teach in the back of class, Fist stay tight while the whole heart glass. But me hear sniff-sniff in the restroom stall, Big man whisper to the bathroom wall. “I’m fine, I’m fine,” with a funeral breath, Pride doing CPR on what was left. Who break down at work? Must be the plumbing, I guess. You fall, you front, then you swear you wise, Love go left, now you monetize lies. You hurt, you hide, call it control, But truth got bass and it shake your soul. Why the pose? Why the mask? Why the hard-man show? Why ten excuses when feelings knock so? Cry and learn, that part ain’t crime, So why the whole act every single time? Boys don’t cry! Please, don’t try. Boys don’t cry! Dem rename the sky. No tear, no tear, man stand tall, Back to the wall, still me don’t fall. That’s not a tear, that’s dust in the light, Smoke in the room, sweat in me eye. Bad sleep, bad day, bad timing, bad air, Not rain on me cheek, just weather right there. Weather? Man, please, don’t start. You got flood pon your face and drums in your heart. You said “I’m fine” with a cracked little tone, Then wrote “ANSWER ME” at three on the phone. Caps lock crying, pride still loud, Big man hiding in a digital cloud. Boys don’t cry! But they do. Boys don’t cry! Don’t tell the crew. Boys don’t cry! We see you. Boys don’t cry! Let it come through. Me won’t cry for you, won’t beg, won’t fold, Won’t sell silence for a hand to hold. Even if chest go crack when me breathe, Even if heart got tricks up sleeve. Me won’t plead, won’t kneel, won’t call your name, Won’t stand in the rain like movie shame. But who send twelve texts at three-oh-three, All caps, no space, “ANSWER ME”? Who write “I’m done” then “one more thing”? Who leave voice notes with a broken-wing swing? Me saw transcript, don’t act brand new, Tough-guy thesis got a tear-stain clue. What if me make ya cry? Would the old rules apply? If me play you cold, would you still ask why? If me hold your heart like a cheap little toy, Would pain still count, or only for boys? What if me make ya cry? Would your pride survive? Would you call it weakness or being alive? Say boys don’t cry, but the truth get loud: Dem save tears for when nobody’s around. Boys don’t cry! Myth rejected. Boys don’t cry! Pride detected. Boys don’t cry… Don’t tell the crew. Boys don’t cry… We see you. Boys don’t cry… Let it come through.
