Talk About Me (feat. MIME)
Words I heard you spoke
Was just a blessing in disguise
Never thought you'd speak that way
You Hellen Keller in my eyes
I mean I'm guessing you subscribed
Cuz I got felons on the ride
And I got my shit tight
I just kept messing with the pliers
Oh man
It's the way them niggas looked at me
That put me on game
Now I feel like a obstacle
Because I stood in yo lane
Heartless
Telling niggas I'm just pushing for pain
Darkness
Sent my regard and put my foot in flame
I pardon
I'm startna feel like I can't feel no more
Like the peasant
That decided he won't kneel no more
Fuck the world baby
This blickie ain't concealed no more
For four (fort) nights
Man I even tryna build no more
And I can tell you talk about me
I just wonder why you saying
No Durant
I cannot sit inside the thunder with no plan
Cuz imma warrior at heart
But my mission ain't complete
I got too many sons to feed
So for the season
I'm in Phoenix
Speakin' bout me so much
Luckily I growed up
Now I'm in my feelins
Talkin' like I owe ya
I don't even know ya
I only owe my niggas
Talk about me to my best friends don't ya
Tryna really take my pride I know
Talk about me to yo main man won't ya
This the reason I don't try no more
Living life in a hole
How am I gone climb out
Game on the line
Maybe I should take a time out
You can live ya whole lifetime out
And still might never find out
A way to climb over all them people that you slimed out
But I ain't judging
Cuz I ain't nowhere near perfect neither
Cuz ain't no perfect people
We all done seen some evil
Made us a bit deceitful
But still life is peaceful
Long as you got dirt beneath you
Gotta know the Lord a keep you
Still a sinner
Outta bounds on the replay
You don't care what she say
You fucking with a winner
Back to back like a relay
I do whatever she say
But only when I'm in her
You don't know me
Them bitches hating from the nosebleeds
She got tired of being tired
At least she know I tried
But you shouldn't have hopped inside
If you wasn't down to ride
Speakin' bout me so much
Luckily I growed up
Now I'm in my feelins
Talkin' like I owe ya
I don't even know ya
I only owe my niggas
Talk about me to my best friends don't ya
Tryna really take my pride I know
Talk about me to yo main man won't ya
This the reason I don't try no more
Was just a blessing in disguise
Never thought you'd speak that way
You Hellen Keller in my eyes
I mean I'm guessing you subscribed
Cuz I got felons on the ride
And I got my shit tight
I just kept messing with the pliers
Oh man
It's the way them niggas looked at me
That put me on game
Now I feel like a obstacle
Because I stood in yo lane
Heartless
Telling niggas I'm just pushing for pain
Darkness
Sent my regard and put my foot in flame
I pardon
I'm startna feel like I can't feel no more
Like the peasant
That decided he won't kneel no more
Fuck the world baby
This blickie ain't concealed no more
For four (fort) nights
Man I even tryna build no more
And I can tell you talk about me
I just wonder why you saying
No Durant
I cannot sit inside the thunder with no plan
Cuz imma warrior at heart
But my mission ain't complete
I got too many sons to feed
So for the season
I'm in Phoenix
Speakin' bout me so much
Luckily I growed up
Now I'm in my feelins
Talkin' like I owe ya
I don't even know ya
I only owe my niggas
Talk about me to my best friends don't ya
Tryna really take my pride I know
Talk about me to yo main man won't ya
This the reason I don't try no more
Living life in a hole
How am I gone climb out
Game on the line
Maybe I should take a time out
You can live ya whole lifetime out
And still might never find out
A way to climb over all them people that you slimed out
But I ain't judging
Cuz I ain't nowhere near perfect neither
Cuz ain't no perfect people
We all done seen some evil
Made us a bit deceitful
But still life is peaceful
Long as you got dirt beneath you
Gotta know the Lord a keep you
Still a sinner
Outta bounds on the replay
You don't care what she say
You fucking with a winner
Back to back like a relay
I do whatever she say
But only when I'm in her
You don't know me
Them bitches hating from the nosebleeds
She got tired of being tired
At least she know I tried
But you shouldn't have hopped inside
If you wasn't down to ride
Speakin' bout me so much
Luckily I growed up
Now I'm in my feelins
Talkin' like I owe ya
I don't even know ya
I only owe my niggas
Talk about me to my best friends don't ya
Tryna really take my pride I know
Talk about me to yo main man won't ya
This the reason I don't try no more
Credits
Writer(s): Jacquarius Latimer, Marshall Drayton
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