It's wartime everytime It's wartime everytime, small talk everytime It's my favorite chloroform Friction wound Took her in Dropped a line Turned me on

Ocean views, small circle it’s the chosen few I wrote it down and I followed through I bought a pound and we rolled a few I talk shit but she know its true Blessings, bitches in my section Young with all this money, I’m obsessive, weapons Turnin’ off

Stop don't stop don't stop Giving me things Laughing about it Stop don't stop don't stop I said Walk little walk Small talk big thoughts Gonna tell them all just what I want That street two streets I see you and me Hanging on the empty swings

To turn you away Knowing full an' well you wont stay When your headlights cut across my wall Yeah, I thought it might be you Looking for a place to fall Talking sweet and thinking small Seeking out convenient arms Yeah, and resting for a while

I talk a lot of shit when I'm drinking, baby Don't mind all my friends, I know they're all crazy But they're the only friends that I have I know I don't know you But I'd like to skip the small talk and romance, girl That's all I have to say so, baby, can

You'll understand why God made A couple guys in first class on a flight From new York to Los Angeles, Kinda making small talk killing time, Flirting with the flight attendants, Thirty thousand feet above, could be Oklahoma, Just a bunch of square

Woe to the down pressers They'll eat the bread of sorrow They'll eat the bread of sad tomorrow Guiltiness (talking about guiltiness) These are the big fish (these are the big fish) Who always try to eat down the small fish To materialize their every wish

Stop don't stop don't stop Giving me things Laughing about it Stop don't stop don't stop I said Walk little walk Small talk big thoughts Gonna tell them all just what I want That street two streets I see you and me Hanging on the empty swings

Stop don't stop don't stop Giving me things Laughing about it Stop don't stop don't stop I said Walk little walk Small talk big thoughts Gonna tell them all just what I want That street two streets I see you and me Hanging on the empty swings

Small talk, small talk Don't let them cry It's the way you sound The reason that you know yeah It's the way you get down I can tell you really are it Small talk how you doing there Small talk how you doing boy Small talk whatcha doing there