Lyrics:
by just touchin'
I don't wanna talk I could tell you by just touchin'
Body like a hourglass
I wanna feel it all
That's about the same time
That I could
and good luck to you
God's love help you
The universe will help you
Just Conversation
Just Conversation
Talk about life
Talk about life
Just Conversation
before the lights on girl
I'm too on
It's not that a lot that you've been saying, whoa.
But I can tell from your body language
Let's talk about it
you can't hear the silence
Even when it's there. Like the wind seen from the window,
Seeing it but not being touched by it.
*
Words sometimes
and hit that ac' you with
We gon' talk about guns and y'all talk about cars
We gon' talk about murda when y'all talk about broads
When niggas spit
Talk about Life, talk about struggle and strife, talk about raising kids right, talk about game, tell em that it ain't no gain unless you endure
talk
And those who talk don't know a thing
Men are born soft and turn tough
Dead lay a stiffened heart, I've been kissed by God
I've been hurt, I've
wanna talk about it
Have you pulling up with the brights on
Only time it's right when the guys gone
Ain't no way to talk with the lights low
You keep
You hating on each other we should talk about it
Have a civil conversation and talk about it
I believe in God but don't believe in religion get holed
through this break
I'm not gonna talk to you
If you keep playing games, Yeah
I don't really care about her
But she in my brain, Yeah
And I try it all
here
I'm hanging by a thread
11/29 passed 32 is dead
I'll run this back for fun
My wife just had our son
The 42 hour long labour and trauma it brung
It
Yeah, yeah
That's right
We talk about your work how your boss is a jerk
We talk about your church and your head when it hurts
We talk about
damn shithead bitch!
I talk the shit 'til I'm old
So motherfucker you bitch god damn asshole
I talk big shit, big spit
I do it on the microphone
hear nothin' bout' no keys boy
But it's like everywhere I go
Everybody pull up low by the boatloads (woah)
Then they get on records and
Rap about
Yo, yo, yo, yo
Yo, Lauryn
Light up di place, zeen? (L-Boogie, y'all)
(What? It's L-Boogie, y'all) yo
It's funny how money change a situation
Yo, yo, yo, yo
Yo, Lauryn
Light up di place, zeen? (L-Boogie, y'all)
(What? It's L-Boogie, y'all) yo
It's funny how money change a situation
away and forget tonight
Don't wanna talk about it
Say you feel me man I doubt it
Don't show no sorrow ain't pouted
I've been moving solo rerouted
Thank
sumpin'
Turn it up, make it pumpin'
Let's sing it real loud
Everybody get down
Backstreet, Britney, 'N Sync, Christine
Everybody talk about
Pop music
commando gear -- black robes and a red sash
around his head -- is standing by a plan on the wall. He is addressing an
audience of about eight MASKED
Know what you're getting high on, how much you're getting by on
Everything you afraid of, well it ain't no thing
What about your future when you
God and don't you know
(Be strong)
You got the power if you look deep inside
(The flow y'all)
Just let God be your light
(Rock on)
And He'll make it
down
And I'ma take one out and I'ma light it...
Just give me 10 minutes
I just need 10 minutes alone
To not deal with a thing, to not answer my phone
And it put you and your family
Through hell
And silenced your voice
With no story to tell
I just wanted to let you know
That I'll still talk to God about
Where you been?"
Where you been? You understand?
That's about the size of it
This for the streets, the streets everywhere
The streets affected by
Discuss these talk to god about it by lights Lyrics with the community:
Report Comment
We're doing our best to make sure our content is useful, accurate and safe.
If by any chance you spot an inappropriate comment while navigating through our website please use this form to let us know, and we'll take care of it shortly.
Attachment
You need to be logged in to favorite.
Log In