I can feel it on your mind C'mon, you're talking about it around the house C'mon, uh, baby I love to hear your mouth We've had a conversation, but you know that's just a fraction What you wanna say about me Is I'm all talk, and no action C'mon, you hear

Don't let it go blow up your ego I hate that I do, now you know Don't let it go, blow up your ego Oh, blow up your ego I'm thinking about you, you I'm drinking about you, you I'm talking about you, you

What about you? You act like you're a know-it-all Yeah I used to do that, I used to be like that I'm still a bit like that But I'm not searching for the answer I'm just talking through a speaker Because that's all that I have ever learned to do Watch

White crime Yeah, we ‘bout that Do a lot of dirt, never doubt that Lot of rap twerps, love to shout crap Love to make their mouth flat When it come to burd, no, we spout facts You 'gon learn what i’m 'bout, breh Lot of rappers talking that shit, not

(The second time around) Not like the first time (Not like the first time) With me, true love Can still be found Talking bout the second time I know you come a long way, baby But you don't need That heart of stone, no

Where the real nigga ride and the rest die Ay don't be out here talking bout shit that you don't know about You catch a lick and do your time, you don't testify Never trust the word of a dope fiend Keep a strap at all times run them numbers up If that

Here comes forever girl Here comes that movie scene The one you think is so cliché That moment when we kissed By the lake pouring rain I ain't no superman I'm talking about starting out as friends I'm talking about real and not pretend I'm talking about

How to hate a bitch That owe you everything At least a wedding ring Moving on to better things So don't you call me talking 'bout them other fools I'm not good enough for you I thought that we was cool If you need a shoulder to cry on, girl I won't

Hey Bob I'm looking at what Jack was talking about And it's definitely not a particle that's nearby. It is a bright object and it's obviously rotating because it's flashing, It's way out in the distance, certainly rotating in a very rhythmic fashion

I guess I'm on my... on my Don shit Somebody gotta do it Look, no more interviews I'm not talking about this on a song, feature or interlude Reporting live from Hawaii with my girl I brought sand to the beach Working on vacay in the booth, sand on my