Paroles Talk about it Buddy

Talk about it

You got me fucked up, for real
Honestly, I'm not happy
I don't wanna talk about that shit in the morning
I wanna talk about the shit right now
Yeah, I got a motherfucking attitude because what the fuck you been up to?
You don't think I wanna be happy? I wanna be happy
Where you been at all day?
Do I look stupid to you, nigga?
Who you been on the phone with because you wasn't calling me?
You got me crying, you got me fucked up throughout my day, like this is not-
Fuck you going?
Yeah, nigga, okay, keep lying
Where are you going?
We tryna talk right now

We gon' talk about it in the morning
We gon' talk about it in the morning
'Cause if we do now, then I'ma be going in
Yellin', cussin' me out, girl, this is ya warning
We gon' talk about it in the morning
We gon' talk about it in the morning
We gon' talk about it in the morning, yeah

I'm doing something important
Now you calling me, talking this horse shit
Every day popping up with some more shit
I just smack my lips, ignore it
All this arguing is getting boring
Got me starting to think you enjoy it
Guess love is a war
I hang up the phone, you knock at the door
This used to be fun, now it feel like a chore
Shit, too high right now, too drunk right now
I don't even know what the fuck you talking about
I'm just tryna get out of it, yeah

We gon' talk about it in the morning
Talk about it in the morning
We gon' talk about it in the morning
Talk about it in the morning
We gon' talk about it in the morning, yeah
Talk about it in the morning
Let's just talk about it in the morning
We gon' talk about it in the morning
Talk about it in the morning
We gon' talk about it in the morning
Talk about it in the morning
We gon' talk about it in the morning, yeah
Let's just talk about it in the morning

Man, how unfortunate
Why you resort to the screaming and cussing
And throwing my shit out on the porch again
Swear to God this shit is torture
My heart hit the floor, and it cracked like porcelain
Why are you forcing it? I'm 'bout to forfeit
I had it up to here with all yo' shit
I'm tired of dealing with yo' emotions
I swear to God I didn't key yo' car up
Shut the fuck up, bitch (Shut up)
I swear to God that was not me
What bitches you got keying yo car up, Buddy?

I'm too tired I'm too high right now
To be hearing all that riff-raff
We just need to roll up and just smoke
And just chill and wait till the morning
Yeah, we just need to roll up and just smoke
And just chill and wait till the morning

If I'm asking you a question, I already know the answer to it, nigga, don't lie
Period, I already call this bitch
Call her right now, let me see yo' phone
Give me yo' phone

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We gon' talk about it in the morning
Talk about it in the morning
We gon' talk about it in the morning
Talk about it in the morning
We gon' talk about it in the morning
Talk about it in the morning
We gon' talk about it in the morning
Talk about it in the morning
We gon' talk about it in the morning
Talk about it in the morning
We gon' talk about it in the morning, yeah
Let's just talk about it in the morning right now

High right now, drunk right now
Yeah, ooh
High right now, drunk right now
Yeah, ooh
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