Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Talk to Frank, artist - Culprate. Date of issue: 26.05.2013
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Talk to Frank |
| Listen |
| Right |
| Bruv I can’t believe it |
| Burned so many zoots nowadays and I just can’t breathe it’s killing me |
| And my insides get all fucked up cause of that rough stuff I puff when I drill |
| a beat |
| It’s tough to stop that |
| So I gotta pop back some of those nice little vitamins |
| Till I’m hype again |
| Then I’m thinking, fuck calling Frank |
| Put him in a ring and I’m fighting him, fighting him |
| Fighting 10 of these dogs in a night |
| So fuck these problems, problems |
| I’m raving to what the DJ’s blazing all too often, often |
| I’ll get fucked up when he’s playing out tunes, I’mma spit hard |
| Much like when I’m in a booth building up zoots, you’ll hear the tunes of |
| Maksim kick hard |
| I’m a stallion |
| I can go all night picking up bags and dabbing them |
| Putting out lines 'till my minds gone bad again |
| Look around me I think «this ain’t happenin'» |
| Bruv I’m in a dark state, better call Frank cause I’m past baked |
| Not long left 'till my mind’s gone West and my chest pumps hard and my heart |
| aches |
| Talk to Frank, tell me what’s your problem? |
| Skip, you’ve been ringing me far too often |
| The voices in your head got you shook |
| This is a bad case cause whatever you took |
| Was laced with some mind-boggling concoction |
| You’re out of choices and out of options |
| The line is open, the number’s free |
| Talk to Frank, tell me, what’s your problem? |
| Bruv I can’t believe it |
| I’m doing my best to grip the mic but I can’t grip for shite |
| Cause I can’t stop shaking, this ain’t right |
| Feel I’ve blazed up too many pipes at raves |
| And I feel as if I might go blind |
| If I don’t write rhymes so I gotta spark up a zoot and write in the booth |
| Till bars start to hit hard in your mind |
| In your mind, you’ll be messed up with a bit of this stuff |
| It’s so fine, it’s so fine |
| Pen-grade or powder, take your choice and then go high |
| Then go high, higher than a kite tied up to a bright blue string |
| When I write these things I should really feel the need to maybe call Frank but |
| I don’t, why? |
| Is it cause I got to remain |
| Spitting hard on the top like the bars in your brain? |
| Clearly I’m insane, I’m a psycho |
| Might spit big hooks that you might know |
| Try to follow my bars, their hype |
| I’m killing it fast, so gimme that light |
| Pass it, roll it, light it, smoke it |
| So high you know this guy won’t survive |