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 shine Don’t come across so well

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

Every time you talk to me Every time we talk In our own true way But I don't mind if you say It's takes a lot to get to the top And a little just to fall off quick And I think I've seen you here before Sometimes you fly so high

Please, don't talk about me when I'm gone We're parting--you go your way, I'll go mine It's best that we do Here's a kiss; I hope that this brings lots of luck to you Oh, honey, though our friendship ceases from now on And, listen, if you can't say

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 shine Don’t come across so well

As long as she ain't in it Don't wanna hear her name I don't wanna see her face I know it's gonna hurt If I run into her somewhere Appreciate your call, means a lot and all Yeah, I got a minute You and me can talk about anything you want

Know what I'm sayin' Get jealous of a nigga or something tryin' to Check it out, whole lot of jewelry Trying to surpass me My time nigga Clams Casino, nigga Don't do all that talking nigga

I'm going big, suck my dick Too many niggas, not enough hoes And some of you niggas, acting like hoes I know a lot of people that smile in my face But talk behind my back every time I'm gone So when they call my number, I don't never pick up I don't owe

Don't talk to me, nuh-uh (Nuh-uh) Don't stare at me, nuh-uh (Ooh) Yeah, I done glowed up (Chyeah) Then I fucked your bitch, uh-huh (Uh-huh) What's your name? Lil Pump (Brrt) Told that bitch shut up (Chyeah) I drink a lotta lean (Ooh), pop a lotta pills

And I'll be me Why don't you be you Just let it be So come on, let it go Everything that's broke Leave it to the breeze From walking home and talking loads Seeing shirts in evening clothes with you From nervous touch and getting drunk