Pull out your heart to to make the being alone If it was easy, everyone would do it This game is not Easy, easy (Eazy) Pull out your heart to to make the being alone (yeah) Easy, easy (talkin’ to my younger self) Dear Gerald, you’re fourteen years and a truant

You know better babe, you know better babe Don't you hear me me howling babe? Don't you hear me me howling Than to to look at it, look at it like that Than to to talk talk to it, talk talk to it like that Don't give it a hand, offer it a soul Honey, make this easy Leave it to

This ship will carry our bodies safe to to shore Though the truth may vary Don't listen to to a word I say The screams all sound the same Hey! Hey! Hey! 'Cause though the truth may vary I don't like walking around this old and empty house So hold my hand, I'll

Look nigga, I've been this way Since them niggas loaded up them shotgun shells And shot my older cousin Nessa all in his face Fuck niggas talkin', my teachers called me me a disgrace Had to to pull up on 'em last weekend in the big Wraith I sold work on sick

It's still rock and roll to to me Everybody's talkin' 'bout the new sound Funny, but it's still rock and roll to to me What's the matter with the clothes I'm wearing? "Can't you tell that your tie's too wide?" Maybe I should buy some old tab collars? "Welcome

Hangin' out the passenger side of his best friend's ride Trying to to holla at me me A scrub is a guy that can't get no love from me me I don't want no scrub No, I don't want no scrub Oh yes son, I'm talking to to you So no, I don't want your number No, I don't want

Do you believe in life after love I can feel something inside me me say I really don't think you're strong enough I don't need you anymore No matter how hard I try You keep pushing me me aside And I can't break through There's no talking to to you It's so sad

But everything around me me has changed I’ll be here You and I, it’s my time to to talk talk I’m throwing out these 2 years of thoughts Please and take a deep breath

Talk Talk to me me nicely, oww 'Cause you control my vices I just wanna fuck you on your night shift Driveway lookin' like midlife crisis You control my vices We was up grindin' on the night shift All day, gave my dog suicidal crisis Priceless, I just want to

Can I give you a little piece of the pie? Shake it, bake this thing for me me Cause you just flow so viciously Just Blaze! You know what? You talk talk too much Hoe get up out my face unless you trying to to fuck