Sometimes good intentions It’s all talk, talk, talk Talkin' in the wind It only slows you down If you start listenin' And it’s a whole lot harder to to shine Don’t come across so well

Ain't no time for talking Show me me what you got We're gonna get this bed rocking And it ain't gonna stop (You're getting locked up) Roll your body like you do Don't Don't be afraid to to move it You got everything I like so

Uh, I was posted on the block with a big ass joint Police everywhere so we stay on point Money get in my hand, pockets stay on swollen If you ever ask a question nigga we don't don't know Don't Don't be talkin' to me me crazy if you ain't 'bout drama And don't don't even be

Oh, well a sayin' that you're leavin', I don't don't want to to hear that talk talk Stare at disbelief in me me when I just up and walk Oh, woman and a woman, them are silly games you play, yeah Dealin' with your troubles drove me me away Outta love (outta love) again,

But never truly lied at all, then and now True to to truth somehow Gang, gang, I tell her come fuck with the gang I tell 'em don't don't fuck with the gang It's time to to fuck up the whole game! Gang, gang, gang They talkin' down on my name, don't don't let 'em run off

Sometimes good intentions It’s all talk, talk, talk Talkin' in the wind It only slows you down If you start listenin' And it’s a whole lot harder to to shine Don’t come across so well

Mama always told me me, papa always warned me me Don’t hang around with boys like you Teacher always told me me never to to be naughty Don’t mess around with boys like you They talk talk a lot Your friends say he’s troublesome “Don’t do it, you’ll get hurt” But, they

I don't don't like talkin' to you niggas, y'all don't don't understand me me Poppin' rhythm when I talk, it's like I'm speakin' Spanish I'm so different from you dudes, I am not organic Say slow down on all that thuggin', think about your family It's like fuck it, I'm

You know that bitch baby He's talking shit about our clique But he don't don't crazy You see the writing on my dick You know that trick, Tracy Yeah, she's making me me sick Living that life We used to to do the same shit Shit gets drastic

The sound that you're listening to to Is from my guitar that's named Lucille I'm very crazy about Lucille, Lucille took me me from the plantation Or you might say, brought me me fame I don't don't think I could just talk talk enough about Lucille Sometime when I'm blue seem