[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)
Talking to Myself was written by Felly.
Talking to Myself was produced by CARRTOONS.
Felly released Talking to Myself on Mon Nov 23 2020.