I've been broke for most my life, I spent my money on liquor Worked on the oil rigs for years and I developed addictions I had roaches in my livin' room and mice in my kitchen I crashed my car in a ditch, runnin' from cops in the winter Me and my dad had moved away from both my mom and my sister To build a life for the family we wouldn't have if we didn't Hittin' garage sales and furnishin' the basement we lived in So I ain't ever tryna hear about white privilege Me and my daddy shared a room and an air mattress before It would deflate while we slept, we'd both wake up on the floor I got bullied bad in school and they suspended me for it Tellin' kids my dad would shoot 'em, I couldn't take it no more One of my very best friends got shot and killed by the pigs And I will never forget him, I put his name in my skin I got my ex-girl pregnant, guess you know what she did 'Cause I'm thirty-two, ain't got no kid We don't need to cry over spilled milk Even though sometimes I still will Big boys don't cry I made mountains out of molehills I became a man in the oil fields Big boys don't cry Yo, I had a lot of girlfriends, but they were never stable I was always too wasted and I was everything but faithful Couldn't keep a job for long enough to keep my plate full Put a blanket on a cardboard box, that was my table I remember when my dog died, the little things that stick with me Dad workin' in Alaska, me and mama in between Tryna make the best of it, we went and bought a Christmas tree And wrapped it in extension cords to straighten out the way it leaned Lonely and embarrassed, losin' most of my friendships I put my fist through the wall when I was tryna express it I felt crazy, I felt ugly, I felt stupid, pathetic But lookin' back I know the truth, anxiety and depression Me and my sister fought like cats and dogs and I don't know why She got the chickenpox inside her brain and she almost died At the hospital, the doctor gave her a shot in the spine I heard her scream from down the hall, that's still the hardest I've cried We don't need to cry over spilled milk Even though sometimes I still will Big boys don't cry I made mountains out of molehills I became a man in the oil fields Big boys don't cry I was a wrestler before I was an artist Was practically the best in Canada when I departed It was my light in the darkness when life had gotten the hardest Man, thank God for 'Stone Cold' Steve Austin I remember swingin' hammers, buildin' houses, couldn't hack it Man, the best part of workin' in construction was the drugs that my bosses had My homie overdosed and I mixed Oxy wit' a tranexamic Woke up in the back of an ambulance, I love you, Glenn Rappers where I lived were never nice, they nonbelievers They never showed me love and I bought all of they T-shirts These days I wouldn't wave if I saw 'em in the bleachers Why you think I ain't doin' no features? Fuck everyone I screamed and yelled and fought against my parents, I was careless Tom MacDonald is a teenager? Fuck, I'm embarrassed All the wrongs and the hurt and mistakes that I still feel They ain't nothin' but some spilled milk We don't need to cry over spilled milk Even though sometimes I still will Big boys don't cry I made mountains out of molehills I became a man in the oil fields Big boys don't cry We don't need to cry over spilt milk Even though sometimes I still will Big boys don't cry I made mountains out of molehills I became a man in the oil fields Big boys don't cry