Talk To Me

(الألبوم: Souly Had - 2016)

You talk to me crazy
You swear you're my favorite
You talk to me crazy
You talk to me crazy that's why you're my favorite that's why I'm gon' write you a song
Woo
(Yeah)

You talk to me crazy that's why your my favorite that's why I'm gon' write you a song
I got like pages and pages and poems about you and there's more on my phone (yeah)
Getting so faded, relaxing my head till I'm thinking like nothing is wrong
Then I wake up the next morning I'm wanting your name to pop up on my phone

What would you do
What would do if I told you the truth
I like go in I step into the booth
I don't think anyone do it like you
You're not just anyone
You're doing you and I wonder if anyone know what we do
I can't find anyone, knowing that you
By yourself thinking girl you should come through and know what we can do
Oooh, steppin in my room
Draw my eyes on the sight of us two
Something by the way that you move
I ain't playin with you boo
Take vacation time you could fly away, what it do
First class, you on the mile high club women
We could [?] worldwide, have a talent all morning
You be poppin pills, numbin pain
Coppin feels, want the fame
Just know imma be here when you want it all
Done it like

You talk to me crazy that's why you're my favorite that's why I'm gon' write you a song
(Yeah)
I got like pages and pages and poems about you and there's more on my phone (yeah)
Getting so faded, relaxing my head till I'm thinking like nothing is wrong
Then I wake up the next morning I'm wanting your name to pop up on my phone

Waiting in the rain just to make no moves
Water in the sole on my shoes
Owe it all to you
How I make waves with the steps that I take
Face like deja vu
See I face my truths
I don't want to hear one sentence more
Just one more thing that was said before
From the ground on up to the second floor
Imma meet you there if you ready for it
Got the henny pourin
I don't even drink this shit
I don't ever think like this
I don't do things like this
I can't even sing like this
She talk to me crazy
Yeah, she talk to me crazy
If I was Jay-Z
Would it be wavy
Would you still hate me
I don't do nothin but give out some love
See me in public, still all just some hugs
You not a bitch, I'm not a thug
Pray to my heavens, just look up above
(Yeah)

You talk to me crazy that's why your my favorite that's why I'm gon' write you a song
(Yeah)
I got like pages and pages and poems about you and there's more on my phone (yeah)
Getting so faded, relaxing my head till I'm thinking like nothing is wrong
Then I wake up the next morning I'm wanting your name to pop up on my phone

Wanting your name to pop up on my phone
Wanting your name to pop up on my phone