hear you talkin that talk (that talk), i heard you was talkin bout me (bout me) soon as i ask who you talkin to, you replyin with naw its not me (not
Plato's time capsule Inside was a note that said, "sorry I lied" Part of my pride was dead the second that you talked to me And I knew that no matter
have the guard or bullet And the other sharks that have teeth sharper than me I'm a never-ending story about a shark this big The load of kids that got
old (Chorrus) Aye, Aye Stop that mamma Can't u see that i'm a east-coast fellah? Aye, aye U most missunderstand i don't spend all that bend night
it up Then we rolled to the movies, you rocked your fake Chloes You had Gap and Gucci, that's still two G's But that's that last year purse like it's
line I fall to sleep in my rented room It's not much to talk about, I've got so much to talk about But I don't wanna let you I don't wanna let you
