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Don't Talk
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Hip-Hop/Rap
Don't Talk was released on July 1, 2017 by Taysav as a part of the album Unexpected
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Taysav
Taysav
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COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Tayvion Thomas
Tayvion Thomas
Songwriter

Lyrics

You saw me fade from truthfulness to a deeper shade of grey
I spoke her words and what she meant I wish was to mine to say
Now you're in front of me, imagining the words I never said
So I shut my eyes and gave my words to you
And I drew your world, and replaced the things of mine which ruined yours
This pen I hold can draw the way your heart may choose to fall
I sketch the lines, a face, and drew the lips upon your perfect girl
And what you are to her, you are to me; the colors of the world
Real ****, what you know about that? Boy, you ain't go to store and come back
Real hittas, what you know about that? You ain't never bend blocks with them straps
Got **** gone that ain't never coming back, I'ma ride 'til the end 'cause I'm in it for revenge
I don't even care if a **** with his kids, I'ma slide up on him, get down how he lived
Thinking 'bout Pap, I remember we was kids
Take me way back; way, way back in the day
Way before we was out here with them 'K’s, broad day, let it spray, no mask, just face
We was really going ape, King Kong couldn't touch us
Bitches wanna kick it just so they can turn their slut up
You ain't got no money on nobody, shut the fuck up
Got **** that rob for a lot, 'll get you stuck up
However you wanna play it, my **** is gonna take it there
Put the .40 to his backspace, then erase it there
Loafing with his bitch, man, I guess I'll take a pair
Lot of **** hating on me, saying I can't make it
But it's mines, I'ma take it, I can never, ever let up
Lucci, wet his chest up; come and get this mess up
I just thanked the Lord 'cause my **** really blessed up
I ain't got no love for a **** who done 'fessed up
I came up the hard way
Posted up on Pratt, we ain't have no where to go, we was smoking in them hallways
We was duckin’ 12 like all-day, pole on me, ****, I'm insured like Allstate
Ones, fives, twenties, fifties, hundreds, I need all-cake
Bag up everything, I don't care if it's all-safe
Young real ****, and we be exposing all-fake
I just wanna get to that ball 'til I'm far, okay? Wait
Pooh Bear used to run down Ashland
Me and Shotty used to skip all our classes
Pappy used to be run on our asses
Was never lacking, always kept ratchets
Mose Deuce always up in traffic
Call Magic for a hit or some action
Lil’ Face really out here clapping
Way before Spazz and way before rapping
But that's some shit we don't really talk about
Broad day to night time, we'll spark it out
If he with it or he not, we'll chalk him out
Whole lot of shit we don't really talk about
Pull up, hop out, then hawk him down
Shots fired at his face, it's a man down
Mama crying 'cause she got to pick a coffin out
Whole lot of shit we don't really talk about
I remember vividly—back of Kilmer days, Bubbie out here with the 'K
Looking for the enemies, tryna make a way, with my ****, tryna make a play
All these ho **** ain't got a say in shit, never lay with her after, I'll slay that bitch
Play that bitch, I can never date that bitch; If she bad and I want her, I'll take that bitch
But all these other **** out here moving backwards
**** slow, we was out here moving faster
Insane, ****, we ain't have a master
If you try to get in the way, we'll whack ya
Bullets they attacking a **** like a blitz
Boy, you better duck quick 'fore you get slumped, slip
Broad day to the graveyard, we was workin' them shifts
Smoking dope out a ounce, poppin' Henny by the fifth
Serving all them geeks, 31st to the 5th
Running 'round the 6 when you gotta pay the rent
What you know about that? ****, you don't know shit
Out here tryna make it flip, you ain't even got a whip
Better keep a stick, you ain't tryna get nailed
When you want it for your homies, you ain't in it for yourself
When you got it on your own, you ain't never need a help
When them people try to throw you a book like a shelf, but—
That's some shit we don't really talk about
Broad day to night time, we'll spark it out
If he with it or he not, we'll chalk him out
Whole lot of shit we don't really talk about
Pull up, hop out, then hawk him down
Shots fired at his face, it's a man down
Mama crying 'cause she got to pick a coffin out
Whole lot of shit we don't really talk about
Whole lot of shit we don't really talk about
Broad day to night time, we'll spark it out
If he with it or he not, we'll chalk him out
Whole lot of shit we don't really talk about
Pull up, hop out, then hawk him down
Shots fired at his face, it's a man down
Mama crying 'cause she got to pick a coffin out
Whole lot of shit we don't really talk about
Written by: Tayvion Thomas
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