The Talk
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⏱️ 3:14 duration
🆔 ID: 10585351
📜 Lyrics
Dear Rap, let's take a walk
So, you and I can have a little talk
Word is, you ain't doin' well
Well, I'll be damned, that make two of us
I made plans for the two of us
Fuck a minivan, I want a tour bus
Oh, you don't want that? You through with us?
How bout I kill us both? Bet that blew us up
I mean blow us up, I'm screwin' up
Like e'eryday, I'm rude as fuck
To the wrong people, like I gone evil
Think I harbor demons, that's true as fuck
Who would joke on that? You a joke on tracks
You get killed by the shit that I ghost on tracks
Y'all don't even know half the shit I wrote on tracks
But time will tell, well shit, least I'm hopin’ that
Now, these pricks want a dollar, I ain't wrote em back
And these chicks wanna hollar, I ain't wrote em back
But please forgive me, I've been busy
Takin’ romantic walks down railroad tracks, ahh!
Now, I lost my train of thought
Walkin’ aimlessly, in this trailer park
And no, I ain't in 8 Mile
And no, I ain't wearin’ no painted smile!
He sounds like NF, but saying MF a effin’ lot
Was that a effin' shot?
Well, I don't effin' know, but I'm the next to blow
So, kiss my ass, bitch, X and O
All my ex's know I'm the nicest guy, until you cross the line
Then the white in my eyes goes pitch black
And I blackout, and that's not rap, bitch, that's life
That's last night, that's e’eryday
I'm a basket case, ‘bout to catch a case
If one more rapper on Facebook, tag my name in shit
You dropped a song, wow, congratulations!
I don't give a fuck, I don't listen to it
I don't rap to make fuckin’ friends, bitch
I don't rap to make fuckin’ ends, bitch
I rap my life until it fuckin’ ends, bitch
Wow, you got issues
Yeah, no shit!
They been sayin’ that since a snot-nose
Taken every test, but they do not know
What the fuck’s wrong, so I jot flows
Then I jot more, like a lot more
Behind lock doors, only God knows
Thoughts I hold, but do not expose
Tie a knot in ropes, bye, adios
Now, I lost my way of life
Say I am, but I ain't alright
How I'm s’posed to be a role model?
When I don't read my own Bible?
No way! Ain't another motherfucker like me
Go away! I don't give a fuck if y'all like me
Don't play, show up to your show, like fight me
Bite me! Y’all already do it when I'm writing
Okay, I am all done with bein’ silent
Okay, either that, or I'ma get violent
Foreplay, fuck that, I'ma just dive in
'Cause, I've been quiet a long fuckin’ time, man
And I ain't gonna wait no more, I ain't gotta make no more
Music, got enough piled up, I could make a store
And you ain't gonna take no more, ‘cause I ain't gonna take no more
Fuck shit, done with these crumbs on my plate, no more
Mister nice-guy, I've been calm long enough
Don't believe me, feel free to call my bluff
But believe me, you need to call 9-1-1
So police on the scene, ‘cause I don't run
Y'all don't want no fuckin’ part of me
The art I bleed, is arguably the heart that needs
To start to beat, for y'all to see
That hard emcees, are not deceased
Just call on Mesus
‘Cause, I've been sent here to save rap, ‘cause the grave has it's grip on it
Shit, I mean, it's grip on you
For a minute, I forgot who I's talking to
‘Cause lately, I've had chats with God
About these voices, but they haven't stopped
Can't tell if it's helpin’ the rap or not
Guess I'll know, when the album drops
So, you and I can have a little talk
Word is, you ain't doin' well
Well, I'll be damned, that make two of us
I made plans for the two of us
Fuck a minivan, I want a tour bus
Oh, you don't want that? You through with us?
How bout I kill us both? Bet that blew us up
I mean blow us up, I'm screwin' up
Like e'eryday, I'm rude as fuck
To the wrong people, like I gone evil
Think I harbor demons, that's true as fuck
Who would joke on that? You a joke on tracks
You get killed by the shit that I ghost on tracks
Y'all don't even know half the shit I wrote on tracks
But time will tell, well shit, least I'm hopin’ that
Now, these pricks want a dollar, I ain't wrote em back
And these chicks wanna hollar, I ain't wrote em back
But please forgive me, I've been busy
Takin’ romantic walks down railroad tracks, ahh!
Now, I lost my train of thought
Walkin’ aimlessly, in this trailer park
And no, I ain't in 8 Mile
And no, I ain't wearin’ no painted smile!
He sounds like NF, but saying MF a effin’ lot
Was that a effin' shot?
Well, I don't effin' know, but I'm the next to blow
So, kiss my ass, bitch, X and O
All my ex's know I'm the nicest guy, until you cross the line
Then the white in my eyes goes pitch black
And I blackout, and that's not rap, bitch, that's life
That's last night, that's e’eryday
I'm a basket case, ‘bout to catch a case
If one more rapper on Facebook, tag my name in shit
You dropped a song, wow, congratulations!
I don't give a fuck, I don't listen to it
I don't rap to make fuckin’ friends, bitch
I don't rap to make fuckin’ ends, bitch
I rap my life until it fuckin’ ends, bitch
Wow, you got issues
Yeah, no shit!
They been sayin’ that since a snot-nose
Taken every test, but they do not know
What the fuck’s wrong, so I jot flows
Then I jot more, like a lot more
Behind lock doors, only God knows
Thoughts I hold, but do not expose
Tie a knot in ropes, bye, adios
Now, I lost my way of life
Say I am, but I ain't alright
How I'm s’posed to be a role model?
When I don't read my own Bible?
No way! Ain't another motherfucker like me
Go away! I don't give a fuck if y'all like me
Don't play, show up to your show, like fight me
Bite me! Y’all already do it when I'm writing
Okay, I am all done with bein’ silent
Okay, either that, or I'ma get violent
Foreplay, fuck that, I'ma just dive in
'Cause, I've been quiet a long fuckin’ time, man
And I ain't gonna wait no more, I ain't gotta make no more
Music, got enough piled up, I could make a store
And you ain't gonna take no more, ‘cause I ain't gonna take no more
Fuck shit, done with these crumbs on my plate, no more
Mister nice-guy, I've been calm long enough
Don't believe me, feel free to call my bluff
But believe me, you need to call 9-1-1
So police on the scene, ‘cause I don't run
Y'all don't want no fuckin’ part of me
The art I bleed, is arguably the heart that needs
To start to beat, for y'all to see
That hard emcees, are not deceased
Just call on Mesus
‘Cause, I've been sent here to save rap, ‘cause the grave has it's grip on it
Shit, I mean, it's grip on you
For a minute, I forgot who I's talking to
‘Cause lately, I've had chats with God
About these voices, but they haven't stopped
Can't tell if it's helpin’ the rap or not
Guess I'll know, when the album drops
⏱️ Synced Lyrics
[00:07.80] Dear Rap, let's take a walk
[00:09.70] So, you and I can have a little talk
[00:11.60] Word is, you ain't doin' well
[00:13.54] Well, I'll be damned, that make two of us
[00:15.21] I made plans for the two of us
[00:16.93] Fuck a minivan, I want a tour bus
[00:18.88] Oh, you don't want that? You through with us?
[00:20.61] How bout I kill us both? Bet that blew us up
[00:22.50] I mean blow us up, I'm screwin' up
[00:24.28] Like e'eryday, I'm rude as fuck
[00:26.23] To the wrong people, like I gone evil
[00:28.02] Think I harbor demons, that's true as fuck
[00:30.03] Who would joke on that? You a joke on tracks
[00:31.76] You get killed by the shit that I ghost on tracks
[00:33.74] Y'all don't even know half the shit I wrote on tracks
[00:35.42] But time will tell, well shit, least I'm hopin’ that
[00:37.25] Now, these pricks want a dollar, I ain't wrote em back
[00:39.17] And these chicks wanna hollar, I ain't wrote em back
[00:41.21] But please forgive me, I've been busy
[00:42.85] Takin’ romantic walks down railroad tracks, ahh!
[00:46.92] Now, I lost my train of thought
[00:50.05] Walkin’ aimlessly, in this trailer park
[00:53.70] And no, I ain't in 8 Mile
[00:57.67] And no, I ain't wearin’ no painted smile!
[00:59.45] He sounds like NF, but saying MF a effin’ lot
[01:02.22] Was that a effin' shot?
[01:03.22] Well, I don't effin' know, but I'm the next to blow
[01:04.99] So, kiss my ass, bitch, X and O
[01:06.83] All my ex's know I'm the nicest guy, until you cross the line
[01:09.67] Then the white in my eyes goes pitch black
[01:11.45] And I blackout, and that's not rap, bitch, that's life
[01:14.33] That's last night, that's e’eryday
[01:16.04] I'm a basket case, ‘bout to catch a case
[01:17.93] If one more rapper on Facebook, tag my name in shit
[01:19.94] You dropped a song, wow, congratulations!
[01:21.68] I don't give a fuck, I don't listen to it
[01:23.78] I don't rap to make fuckin’ friends, bitch
[01:25.57] I don't rap to make fuckin’ ends, bitch
[01:27.33] I rap my life until it fuckin’ ends, bitch
[01:29.01] Wow, you got issues
[01:30.00] Yeah, no shit!
[01:30.87] They been sayin’ that since a snot-nose
[01:32.70] Taken every test, but they do not know
[01:34.43] What the fuck’s wrong, so I jot flows
[01:36.45] Then I jot more, like a lot more
[01:38.25] Behind lock doors, only God knows
[01:40.22] Thoughts I hold, but do not expose
[01:42.10] Tie a knot in ropes, bye, adios
[01:45.70] Now, I lost my way of life
[01:48.99] Say I am, but I ain't alright
[01:53.03] How I'm s’posed to be a role model?
[01:56.68] When I don't read my own Bible?
[01:58.65] No way! Ain't another motherfucker like me
[02:00.61] Go away! I don't give a fuck if y'all like me
[02:02.42] Don't play, show up to your show, like fight me
[02:04.35] Bite me! Y’all already do it when I'm writing
[02:05.95] Okay, I am all done with bein’ silent
[02:08.12] Okay, either that, or I'ma get violent
[02:09.70] Foreplay, fuck that, I'ma just dive in
[02:10.99‘] 'Cause, I've been quiet a long fuckin’ time, man
[02:13.50] And I ain't gonna wait no more, I ain't gotta make no more
[02:15.45] Music, got enough piled up, I could make a store
[02:17.15] And you ain't gonna take no more, ‘cause I ain't gonna take no more
[02:19.16] Fuck shit, done with these crumbs on my plate, no more
[02:21.05] Mister nice-guy, I've been calm long enough
[02:22.50] Don't believe me, feel free to call my bluff
[02:24.47] But believe me, you need to call 9-1-1
[02:26.24] So police on the scene, ‘cause I don't run
[02:28.22] Y'all don't want no fuckin’ part of me
[02:29.86] The art I bleed, is arguably the heart that needs
[02:31.89] To start to beat, for y'all to see
[02:33.20] That hard emcees, are not deceased
[02:34.70] Just call on Mesus
[02:35.66] ‘Cause, I've been sent here to save rap, ‘cause the grave has it's grip on it
[02:39.21] Shit, I mean, it's grip on you
[02:41.01] For a minute, I forgot who I's talking to
[02:44.69] ‘Cause lately, I've had chats with God
[02:48.51] About these voices, but they haven't stopped
[02:52.20] Can't tell if it's helpin’ the rap or not
[02:55.70] Guess I'll know, when the album drops
[02:58.70]
[00:09.70] So, you and I can have a little talk
[00:11.60] Word is, you ain't doin' well
[00:13.54] Well, I'll be damned, that make two of us
[00:15.21] I made plans for the two of us
[00:16.93] Fuck a minivan, I want a tour bus
[00:18.88] Oh, you don't want that? You through with us?
[00:20.61] How bout I kill us both? Bet that blew us up
[00:22.50] I mean blow us up, I'm screwin' up
[00:24.28] Like e'eryday, I'm rude as fuck
[00:26.23] To the wrong people, like I gone evil
[00:28.02] Think I harbor demons, that's true as fuck
[00:30.03] Who would joke on that? You a joke on tracks
[00:31.76] You get killed by the shit that I ghost on tracks
[00:33.74] Y'all don't even know half the shit I wrote on tracks
[00:35.42] But time will tell, well shit, least I'm hopin’ that
[00:37.25] Now, these pricks want a dollar, I ain't wrote em back
[00:39.17] And these chicks wanna hollar, I ain't wrote em back
[00:41.21] But please forgive me, I've been busy
[00:42.85] Takin’ romantic walks down railroad tracks, ahh!
[00:46.92] Now, I lost my train of thought
[00:50.05] Walkin’ aimlessly, in this trailer park
[00:53.70] And no, I ain't in 8 Mile
[00:57.67] And no, I ain't wearin’ no painted smile!
[00:59.45] He sounds like NF, but saying MF a effin’ lot
[01:02.22] Was that a effin' shot?
[01:03.22] Well, I don't effin' know, but I'm the next to blow
[01:04.99] So, kiss my ass, bitch, X and O
[01:06.83] All my ex's know I'm the nicest guy, until you cross the line
[01:09.67] Then the white in my eyes goes pitch black
[01:11.45] And I blackout, and that's not rap, bitch, that's life
[01:14.33] That's last night, that's e’eryday
[01:16.04] I'm a basket case, ‘bout to catch a case
[01:17.93] If one more rapper on Facebook, tag my name in shit
[01:19.94] You dropped a song, wow, congratulations!
[01:21.68] I don't give a fuck, I don't listen to it
[01:23.78] I don't rap to make fuckin’ friends, bitch
[01:25.57] I don't rap to make fuckin’ ends, bitch
[01:27.33] I rap my life until it fuckin’ ends, bitch
[01:29.01] Wow, you got issues
[01:30.00] Yeah, no shit!
[01:30.87] They been sayin’ that since a snot-nose
[01:32.70] Taken every test, but they do not know
[01:34.43] What the fuck’s wrong, so I jot flows
[01:36.45] Then I jot more, like a lot more
[01:38.25] Behind lock doors, only God knows
[01:40.22] Thoughts I hold, but do not expose
[01:42.10] Tie a knot in ropes, bye, adios
[01:45.70] Now, I lost my way of life
[01:48.99] Say I am, but I ain't alright
[01:53.03] How I'm s’posed to be a role model?
[01:56.68] When I don't read my own Bible?
[01:58.65] No way! Ain't another motherfucker like me
[02:00.61] Go away! I don't give a fuck if y'all like me
[02:02.42] Don't play, show up to your show, like fight me
[02:04.35] Bite me! Y’all already do it when I'm writing
[02:05.95] Okay, I am all done with bein’ silent
[02:08.12] Okay, either that, or I'ma get violent
[02:09.70] Foreplay, fuck that, I'ma just dive in
[02:10.99‘] 'Cause, I've been quiet a long fuckin’ time, man
[02:13.50] And I ain't gonna wait no more, I ain't gotta make no more
[02:15.45] Music, got enough piled up, I could make a store
[02:17.15] And you ain't gonna take no more, ‘cause I ain't gonna take no more
[02:19.16] Fuck shit, done with these crumbs on my plate, no more
[02:21.05] Mister nice-guy, I've been calm long enough
[02:22.50] Don't believe me, feel free to call my bluff
[02:24.47] But believe me, you need to call 9-1-1
[02:26.24] So police on the scene, ‘cause I don't run
[02:28.22] Y'all don't want no fuckin’ part of me
[02:29.86] The art I bleed, is arguably the heart that needs
[02:31.89] To start to beat, for y'all to see
[02:33.20] That hard emcees, are not deceased
[02:34.70] Just call on Mesus
[02:35.66] ‘Cause, I've been sent here to save rap, ‘cause the grave has it's grip on it
[02:39.21] Shit, I mean, it's grip on you
[02:41.01] For a minute, I forgot who I's talking to
[02:44.69] ‘Cause lately, I've had chats with God
[02:48.51] About these voices, but they haven't stopped
[02:52.20] Can't tell if it's helpin’ the rap or not
[02:55.70] Guess I'll know, when the album drops
[02:58.70]