Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Let Me Talk, artist - Murs. Album song Fornever, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 12.04.2010
Record label: SMC
Song language: English
Let Me Talk |
Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah YEAH! |
Aaaah. |
Shhh shhh shhh shhh shhh |
Whoa, calm down, calm down, wh-whoa |
Whoa, wha-whoa wha-whoa whoa whoa. |
Shhhh |
Let me talk Let me talk. |
Shhhh. |
Look. |
Whoa whoa |
Calm down |
What’s this all about? |
How you raise your voice and yellin' at me in my house? |
Look I should kick you out if you want to scream and shout |
Cause I’m just not in the mood for a heavy weight bout |
Oh, that’s what’s up then |
You keep on interruptin' |
Like you runnin' thangs, hold up let me tell you somethin' |
You can roll your eyes and stomp your feet |
But your mouth might put your ass out in the street |
Open your mouth again, the story never ends |
Talkin' to me crazy like I’m one of your friends |
I can’t get a word in |
You should try listenin' |
I should call you Tyler Perry since you always dissin' men |
If you keep on raisin' hell I’m gonna get up on my cell |
So when the Police come, Miss Madea Goes To Jail |
Well, well, well |
Look who changed they tune |
I think these fights go with the cycle of the moon |
Yeah, yeah, yeah |
I’m talkin' about PMS |
And if we had more sex you wouldn’t be so stressed |
But you like to front like that time of the month |
Ain’t the reason why you got your panties all in a bunch |
And that’s figurative and literal |
The shit you pull is pitiful |
For one week a month you always make my life so miserable |
So, here we go gettin' loud and obnoxious |
When really what you need is some Motrin and chocolate |
I’m only jokin' |
On the low, kinda hopin' |
That comedy will calm your ass down for the moment |
I wanna turn the game on |
You busy with the same song |
Okay, I’m not right but look, I know I ain’t wrong |
You ain’t goin' nowhere |
Put them bags down |
Got your hands in my face |
Oh you think you bad now? |
Okay |
Let’s just see where that gets you |
Knock yourself out cause I’m not the one to hit you |
And I ain’t sleepin' on the couch |
My neck’s still hurtin' from the last time |
We gotta talk now? |
C’mon, can’t it wait till halftime? |
It’s like your favorite past time |
You yell and you scream |
But nothing comes between a man and his favorite team |
And look |
Don’t make me choose cause you just might lose |
Now, take your ass to the other room, turn on the news |
Wait, wait wait wait wait wait |
I didn’t mean it like that |
I’m just excited from the game |
C’mon baby come back |
Look I’m sorry, I’m sorry |
I got a little silly |
But c’mon what really arguin' about now really? |
You know I love you |
You know you love me |
But why does it always have to get so ugly? |
Don’t even want to hug me because you wanna stay mad |
It’s the crazy game that men and women play since way back |
But men never win, so forget it man I’m out |
Cause I already planned on sleepin' on the couch |
You know what? |
Know what? |
Forget it, forget it. |
I’m finished. |
La la la la |
Where’s the remote? |
I’m takin' the good covers too |
You can’t take the good-you sleepin' on the sheets |
And when you get cold don’t try to snug up on me on the couch |
Don’t try to call me back in there later either. |
I’m out this mother! |
Wait a minute what? |
What did you say you gonna do to my Impala? |
I’ll jump out this car so fast and drop kick you in the medulla oblongata |
Okay I see you stupid just like your momma and them |
Yeah I said it |
And I was just as stupid as you for stayin' with you |
Cause I regret it |
So let me get in clean |
Cause the game don’t change, people do |
These little niggas jumpin' out blastin' in them skinny jean |
And the last thing I need is your ass to hassle |
Yeah man she told the judge I hit her |
She hit herself in the head with a bag of apple |
And I told her, «I hate goin' to your spot» |
Cause her daddy can’t say nothin' |
Unless he put that thing on his neck that make him sound like a robot |
And I sound retarded right? |
I can’t lie |
One day a butterfly landed on a skull and brought tears to my eye |
Think I’m ungrateful and she would never satisfy |
Keep showin', they laugh at her cause her daddy got killed |
Going to the hood tryin' to pay a nigga to pee on me |
And you ever been with one or two bitches |
Just you and her in the car |
You know she farted but she lookin' at you like you did it |
She kinda dirty to us |
Man, I can’t stand a woman, act polite, take a shit and never give a courtesy |
flush |
One day we went to apply to a phat loan |
She said, «Ah yes.» |
Changed her voice up and said |
«Bitch you don’t ever talk like that at home» |
But that’s what woman do |
Just like that, «This is my husband.» |
Lie |
I keep tellin' you, «Quit tellin' people that cause I ain’t nothin' to you.» |