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Buddy - Talk About It (Official Lyric Video) ft. Kent Jamz, BJ the Chicago Kid
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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Buddy
Buddy
Vocals
BJ the Chicago Kid
BJ the Chicago Kid
Vocals
Kent Jamz
Kent Jamz
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Simmie Sims III
Simmie Sims III
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Andrew Bolooki
Andrew Bolooki
Producer
Kyla Moscovich
Kyla Moscovich
Producer
Terrace Martin
Terrace Martin
Producer
Jake One
Jake One
Producer
Mike Cox
Mike Cox
Producer
John Groover
John Groover
Producer
Esai Antigua
Esai Antigua
Recording Engineer
Patrick Rosario
Patrick Rosario
Mixing Engineer
Larrence Miller
Larrence Miller
Mastering Engineer
Roofeeo
Roofeeo
Producer

Lyrics

You got me fucked up, for real (honestly, I'm not happy) I don't wanna talk about that shit in the mornin' I wanna talk about the shit right now (yeah, I got a motherfuckin' 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? You got me cryin' (who you been on the phone with) You got me fucked up (because you wasn't callin' me?) Throughout my day, like this is not, this is not- (fuck you goin'?) (Yeah, nigga, okay, keep lyin', where are you goin'?) (We tryna talk right now) We gon' talk about it in the mornin' We gon' talk about it in the mornin' 'Cause if we do now, then I'ma be goin' in Yellin', cussin' me out, girl, this is your warnin' We gon' talk about it in the mornin' Wе gon' talk about it in the mornin' We gon' talk about it in the mornin', yеah I'm doin' somethin' important Now you callin' me, talkin' this horse shit Every day poppin' up with some more shit I just smack my lips, ignore it All this arguin' is gettin' borin' Got me startin' 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 talkin' about I'm just tryna get out of it, yeah We gon' talk about it in the mornin' (talk about it in the mornin') We gon' talk about it in the mornin' (talk about it in the mornin') We gon' talk about it in the mornin', yeah (talk about it in the mornin') (Let's just talk about it in the mornin') We gon' talk about it in the mornin' (talk about it in the mornin') We gon' talk about it in the mornin' (talk about it in the mornin') We gon' talk about it in the mornin', yeah (Let's just talk about it in the mornin') Man, how unfortunate Why you resort to the screamin' and cussin' And throwin' 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 forcin' it? I'm 'bout to forfeit I had it up to here with all your shit I'm tired of dealin' with your emotions (I swear to God, I didn't key your car up) Shut the fuck up, bitch (I swear to God that was not me) What bitches you got keyin' your car up, Buddy? (Shut up) I'm too tired, I'm too high right now To be hearin' all that riffraff We just need to roll up and just smoke And just chill and wait 'til the mornin', mornin', mornin', mornin' Yeah, we just need to roll up and just smoke And just chill and wait 'til the mornin', mornin', mornin', mornin' If I'm askin' 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 your phone Give me your phone Blah, blah, blah, blah Blah, blah, blah, blah, blah Blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah Blah, blah, blah, blah Blah, blah, blah, blah, blah Blah, blah, blah We gon' talk about it in the mornin' (talk about it in the mornin') We gon' talk about it in the mornin' (talk about it in the mornin') We gon' talk about it in the mornin', yeah (talk about it in the mornin') We gon' talk about it in the mornin' (talk about it in the mornin') We gon' talk about it in the mornin' (talk about it in the mornin') We gon' talk about it in the mornin', yeah (Let's just talk about it in the mornin', not right now) High right now, drunk right now Yeah, ooh High right now, drunk right now Yeah, ooh Blah, blah (Take a deep breath, here we go)
Writer(s): Jacob Brian Dutton, Bryan James Sledge, Mike Cox, John Wesley Groover, Khalid Muhammad, Simmie Sims, Brody Brown, Jahphet Negast Landis, Andrew Bolooki, Kyla Francesca Moscovich Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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