Talking to Myself

[Intro]

Alright, alright, let's go

[Verse 1]

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 bullshit

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 bitches 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

[Bridge]

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

[Verse 2]

And by the way, I hope that we fuck tonight

I'm sick of wakin' up, feeling like nothing's right

I pray to god, something like every night

That we make it happen, and my people come to life

I'm supposed to be on tour, instead I be wearing a mask

Added to the mask that I was wearing, I'm gone in a flash

The good news is, good things don't come fast

So keep goin' forward, cause you can't look back

You know that

[Outro]

Talkin' to myself

Thinkin' what do I know

Nothin' ever helps

Everything is goin' fine, though

These days I do my best not to hurt nobody

These days I get so depressed tryna be somebody

Yeah (Something real, something real, something real, something real, something real, something real, something real, something real, something real)

The woadie (The woadie, the woadie, the woadie, the woadie)