Lyrics:
these blue faces
I been sippin dusse by the cases
Keep some hitters all around im da wrong 1 2 play wit
Why u never around in dat money conversation
I
to face it
When you sitting in jail you get emotional & don't have no patience
Can't speak on certain things on the phone cause they listen to conversations
a conversation with God yeah I needa pray more
Devil been working, putting in that overtime
Got me crying from time to time
All this pain I have inside, I just
of the year so bring it over here
In the middle of the night
[MJG]
I was chillin' at the bar, girl gave me the eye
So I had to start a conversation took
the problem, oh why
How did we let this time slip by?
And now we're superglued
Up to our phones
What happened to conversation?
It's a bonus
Can I just
the days roll by
Full moon got caught in her cold eyes
I fall catch me in my own lies
Still pretending like I know why
Black hole chest
Lost in my whole life
on my way
Cause talking's only verbal animation
Just stop it going in my ear
And I don't want to hear your conversation
It's so bloody boring here
Belive
around
Where was you at when I needed you
Shit I need you right now
Conversations with God
Conversations with God
My head is in the clouds
But im ten
I ride around with a blick in the trenches, no option, a obligation
Ain't talking money, no Benji, no euros, can't have no conversation
I fuck her
conversation skills at least you know what's on TV
WWW, the world wide web
Won't matter in 100 years when everyone else is dead
Constantly worried about your
for giving up that easily
Breathe in
Breathe in
God it feels so good just to breathe you in
If you're all I have left
Conversations over coffee
up a few times but still be cool
In this journey you'll walk the terrain all by yo self
At night all I'm seeing is how little I moved
And I can't blame
miss you all the hours of the night
Stuck on replay
Would I read our old conversations until I memorize
Over and over
Would I see you in everything that
It might just take some time
Conversations in my mind
This other voice it is not mine
At times
I said there's plenty different ways
that I have failed
in the heart, showin' hate on the 'gram like that nigga a fan
I just can’t move 'round no evil, it’s me by myself, only thing that’s around me is bands
the weekend (yeah)
Everythin' will be good by the weekend (alright, by the weekend)
Mondays I think of you
But I ain't trippin' on it
Tuesdays I'm in
The conversation went this way
Send in anyone from Metro or Warners
Leave a call from me
Well then what about Paramount or NBC
You say there's nothing today
Just
the cannon camcorder bendin' over
Blowin' game by the quarter weed over in the Rover nigga
From Philly to where I'm landin I'm a cannon.
And I'm on that
note I keep it G
Like track four, kick in the door by BIG
Don't believe me, look that shit up, I promise you'll find the key
To that punchline, I'm
the dishes
And taking trips by myself
To Malibu
I’m only winning
Because I don’t let you in again
If I’m letting you in
I’m gonna lose
I ain’t got the money
could get lost in conversation
Chattin' shit, sittin' in, oblivion
With that person who's your special one
She said she was the worst pool player under
of lies
He's blinded you deep by the look in the pit of his eyes
And If I knew that this could be
A total catastrophe
I probably would have told you
of lies
He's blinded you deep by the look in the pit of his eyes
And If I knew that this could be
A total catastrophe
I probably would have told you
a bag full of lies
He's blinded you deep by the look in the pit of his eyes
[And] If I knew that this could be
A total catastrophe
I probably
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