Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Talk About It, artist - Joey Cool. Date of issue: 08.10.2020
Song language: English
Talk About It |
| Fuck it, let’s talk about it |
| Yeah |
| I gotta get some shit up off my chest |
| A lot of motherfuckers got me stressed |
| Mama Coolie always telling me I’m blessed |
| She don’t know these people always at my neck nigga |
| She don’t know that I don’t sleep and I’m a wreck |
| I go a 100 miles an hour, I don’t rest nigga |
| I’m about the loyalty and my respect |
| Man you silly motherfuckers got me vexed |
| I cannot deal with this fuckery |
| Goddamn boy they tryna break a nigga down |
| I don’t like too many people that been touching me |
| Y’all in trouble, I’m disgusted with you fucking clowns |
| Y’all ain’t taking this as serious as we gon' take it |
| Nigga you don’t need the fixing if you didn’t break it |
| I’m convinced too many people out here being basic |
| I ain’t journey in this all so I could be complacent |
| What did I do, go blind eye to the bull, get an eyeful |
| See the hate they abide to, need a rifle |
| See the height that it climb to, got 'em stifled |
| Talk 'bout it |
| What did I do but commit time to the craft |
| They don’t like you, my advice is fuck off, they don’t have to |
| Cause half of these niggas mad cause they know they can’t act like you |
| Talk 'bout it |
| I’ma wear my heart up on my sleeve |
| I’m just try’na be as honest as can be |
| Lets be real, you gotta party, you’re from me |
| Guess I’m kinda like a father figure |
| Don’t nobody make it awkward, here is me |
| And if this microphone was human, just struck an artery |
| I always been a little trouble, I’ma keep it on the real |
| I’m on my Jigga shit, you niggas ain’t as hard as we |
| Ohh, goddamn, goddamn |
| I’m just out here executing my plan |
| Ain’t too many that can do what I can (No you can’t) |
| Happy I don’t rap no better than the fans nigga |
| I ain’t a rapper, I’m a father and a man nigga |
| I can’t believe you niggas thought of me again nigga |
| Part of me just wanna see you rookies drown |
| Other part of me is hoping all of y’all can swim |
| I cannot deal with this fuckery |
| The devil working on me, try’na break a nigga down |
| Discussing me ever since everyone discovered me |
| My head is heavy try’na wear this motherfucking crown |
| Let me take a breath, bitch I’m back like I never left |
| And I been listening to Zepp, isolated by the ref |
| I ain’t even finna shit, aye somebody cut the check |
| Nigga yeah |
| What did I do, go blind eye to the bull, get an eyeful |
| See the hate they abide to, need a rifle |
| See the height that it climb to, got 'em stifled |
| Talk 'bout it |
| What did I do but commit time to the craft |
| They don’t like you, my advice is fuck off, they don’t have to |
| Cause half of these niggas mad cause they know they can’t act like you |
| Talk 'bout it |
| Talk 'bout it, talk 'bout it |
| Talk 'bout it, talk 'bout it |