down.
They put me up on the score.
They were the talkie talk.
The group that was our car.
Don't be the jump on the tip and I don't mean to chop.
You should have started in the dark that I came from the earth.
But now I have to drive for music who could quench your thirst.
How about the talkie talk coming at your face first?
Right
with this * here.
It seems like I've been taking crazy * all year.
So I'm holding back the cheaper and afford your
big and I'm up on the L until my eyes disappear.
Oh, wait a minute.
This * ain't done until I'm done with it.
When you think you hear another funky sound,
it's just talkie talk.
It's solid ground in the door.
What y'all did in studio is you're trying
to make everything so god damn good.
Two months from now when you hear this,
you won't even recognize it yourself.
So I smoked a little reefer in the past,
read the blood,
two hits then passed.
I never went to math when I was little,
confused like a riddle around when you're caught up in the middle.
The ground that I stand is solid with the
knowledge of some skills to build and fulfill.
Yo,
it's too late for that because the tips
that are still spinning in my head.
Light up on a job.
Marijuana.
Ha.
Yeah, yeah.
Marijuana.
You're a poor cap monkey.
Ha ha.
You're good.