Talking To Myself

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Johnny Nami

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Say she love me
And show me she love me
Guess she love me
Just give me a baby son
Like a Teletubby
When it come to my material
I'm hella hubby
But when it comes to the beef
You know I am hella chubby
Rub me at all the wrong way
And it's broad day
Pull up with a hammer and a mask
Like cosplay
Line them up and light'em up
Like broadway
God gave me lemons
I threw that shit back at Yahweh
Burying my skeletons
I dig with a knife
I ain't never think I'd feel
This type of shit in my life
Everyone from the music shit
To your family is dissing you
Got you second guessing your bitch
Whenever she kissin' you
It's like everywhere you go
It's seeming like you gotta fight
Everyone a joker
Til they see that dark knight
And you gon' be the one to
Make them niggas see it, right?
No

You gon' be the one to
Make them niggas see the light
Took my mother and Taylor
Out my life in the same two months
Had me, had me sleeping all day
I couldn't do brunch
That depression in me
Really got to messing with me
And not a single family member
Came to check in with me
But if niggas need a strap
Or some percs, or some studio time
It's all fine, get yours
Who gives a f*ck if I get mine?
And the way I spend time
Like I think I'm never running out
But I know the opposite
When I put this gun in my mouth
And think on apocalypse
But then I overthink it
Like what if I go to pop this shit
Then only blowing out the top of it
Still alive but can't talk and shit
That's my worst nightmare right there
And I've been living in it for a minute
But benefiting from the privilege
That my new batch of bitches
Been giving me
Help me take my mind off of the
Weed and Hennessy
Let me manipulate you long enough
To make you feel like you feeling me
Ain't no purpose to infinity
I've been there
Touch it for a second
Then it disappears in thin air
Collecting the pieces
From the wreck that you're wreaking
Tryna to find a reason
To rest for the weekend
Doing my best, but I'm still repeating
And ain't even breaking even
It's enough to make a nigga
Get to squeezing
On anyone who would
Dare to interfere
Could you share a nigga beer?
Could you spare a nigga fear
Before he disappear?
You could never know
What I'm talking about
Until you walk in the house
And see that your momma's out
And baby sisters and brothers
Are sitting crying cause they
Hungry than a mothafucka
While your momma out
Fucking with some new mothafucka
You ain't never met him
But somehow he more important
We ain't got no food
But this bitch got new Jordan's
Like how

That's the kind of shit that sets you
On a trajectory that could effectively
Affect everything
That you could ever be
That's why I don't let people
Get the best of me
I take the most and hold it close
And they can get the rest of me
The recipe is simple
If you really think about it
But I don't wanna think about it
Come to think about it
I don't wanna talk about it
I'm getting too deep for myself
I need to fucking stop
Eminently an Eminem is within me
I benefit from the friendly
But killers'll get the Bentley
I'm chillin' just killin' kidneys
But rippin' it like Achilles
I'm figuratively illy
But really illy foreally

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