CORRIGER LES PAROLES
Paroles : Talking to Myself
Alright, alright, let's go
Yeah, something real, my heart's on sale, ain't hurt nobody
But I still, can't get my fill, I wanna party
And my ex, casting spells, 'til I'm not sorry
All my tats, trace the years, upon my body
Bumpin' heads, my heart goes out to everybody
See their stares and I know deep down
That they could probably use an ear
And not someone to judge 'em like they do in the mirror
And show 'em how to stop livin' in fear
Cut my dreams short, too far-fetched
Now you next, the woadie
Back and forth with the same bullsh*t
But you know I keep some hope wit' a flow like this
These days, baby, I need more than sex
The beats is digital, bad b*t*hes gettin' low
Rich homies gettin' woke
Oh, so now you spiritual?
Shouts to Black [?] on gettin' me that critical advice that I needed
Most of y'all too defensive to receive it
Talkin' to myself, and it's got a lot to do
With me being me, and you being you
I got a lot of bread and I got a lot of hoes
So I ain't worried if my heart got some holes
She gettin' off work, so I wait 'til they close
Just to pick her up and ask her how her day go
We can anywhere, just don't take me home
And the city's so big, never felt so alone
With a love like this, girl we'll never go broke
In a whip this clean, I ain't never need soap
Know that this my path I keep seeing fourfolds
Know that this my path I keep seeing fourfolds
Yeah, something real, my heart's on sale, ain't hurt nobody
But I still, can't get my fill, I wanna party
And my ex, casting spells, 'til I'm not sorry
All my tats, trace the years, upon my body
Bumpin' heads, my heart goes out to everybody
See their stares and I know deep down
That they could probably use an ear
And not someone to judge 'em like they do in the mirror
And show 'em how to stop livin' in fear
Cut my dreams short, too far-fetched
Now you next, the woadie
Back and forth with the same bullsh*t
But you know I keep some hope wit' a flow like this
These days, baby, I need more than sex
The beats is digital, bad b*t*hes gettin' low
Rich homies gettin' woke
Oh, so now you spiritual?
Shouts to Black [?] on gettin' me that critical advice that I needed
Most of y'all too defensive to receive it
Talkin' to myself, and it's got a lot to do
With me being me, and you being you
I got a lot of bread and I got a lot of hoes
So I ain't worried if my heart got some holes
She gettin' off work, so I wait 'til they close
Just to pick her up and ask her how her day go
We can anywhere, just don't take me home
And the city's so big, never felt so alone
With a love like this, girl we'll never go broke
In a whip this clean, I ain't never need soap
Know that this my path I keep seeing fourfolds
Know that this my path I keep seeing fourfolds
