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Talk Talk
188
Hip-Hop/Rap
Talk Talk was released on November 15, 2019 by Interstellar Music Ltd as a part of the album Talk Talk - Single
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Release DateNovember 15, 2019
LabelInterstellar Music Ltd
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM89

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Too Many T's
Too Many T's
Performer
Grieves
Grieves
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Grieves
Grieves
Composer
Leon Smith
Leon Smith
Lyrics
Ross Standaloft
Ross Standaloft
Lyrics
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Grieves
Grieves
Producer

Lyrics

"You're not my dad"
Yeah? Well matter of fact I am
Go and pick up all your toys before you catch these hands
We on a world tour, spend a month in a van
Going each and every place with a cup in my hand, fuck it
It's Rhymesayers like the blood in my veins
You catch a right hand hook if you fumble the name
On some bring it back shit, found my love in the flames
Sun in my face, you motherfuckers running away, dummies
Young veterans, built up the regiment
Your crew's full of multiple tools like a Leatherman
Get fucked, stay sharp and drink Templeton
Put it on to my tombstone when the devil wins
If it ain't about growth then I'm off it
Stay up out my personal space and stop talking
Place your mouth on the space where my cock is
And suck if you thought that you could stop this
I don't wanna talk, I don't wanna talk
I don't wanna talk anymore
I'm so sick of all this talk talk
I'm just being honest, talk talk
Don't mean shit to me
All they do is talk, all they do is talk
All they do is talk anymore
I'm so sick of all this talk talk
I'm just being honest, talk talk
When Breez sent the beat we were eating out in South Korea
Finish up the chicken, margaritas, then we're out of here
Eenie meenie miney mo, go home, set up all the gear
Back up in the smoke, lay it down, celebration beer
Yeah, got some rap shit in the bag
With that back to back Tabasco, hot as Madras
Transatlantic antics, hands up in the jet stream
Let's simplify this shit and get One-T in the hot seat
It's Stander love, one two, check up on the mic
I see a thousand other rappers, silly, sloppy, sheepy, shy
Not impeccably sliced, like this, nice for your consumption
Spice just a little, even wittle wimps can bump it
That's something, but dumb kids is over their head you see
No prescription drugs, nah, just love and abundancy
They're buzzy like bumblebees, stop all the tumbleweeds
So put it up on repeat, every week
Every week a different time zone, do a gig then I fly home
Leaving people's minds blown out with the bounce in my flow
The diamond to your rhinestone, the granite to your limestone
The fire for the ice on the mouse run-of-the-mill rhyme road
The cyclone hurricane, the melee in the mosh pit
Leaving many heads buried like an ostrich
Try escaping, I've already got you hostage
There ain't no way that you could ever stop this, nah
I don't wanna talk, I don't wanna talk
I don't wanna talk anymore
I'm so sick of all this talk talk
I'm just being honest, talk talk
Don't mean shit to me
All they do is talk, all they do is talk
All they do is talk anymore
I'm so sick of all this talk talk
I'm just being honest, talk talk
Welcome to my face, look into my eyes
Sometimes I need space, but I don't get the time
We travel every day, but damn I miss my home
Sometimes I need space, I need to be alone
Yeah, too many T's
Breez
Rhymesayers in the place
Uh, and we out
One, peace
I don't wanna talk, I don't wanna talk
I don't wanna talk anymore
I'm so sick of all this talk talk
I'm just being honest, talk talk
Don't mean shit to me
All they do is talk, all they do is talk
All they do is talk anymore
I'm so sick of all this talk talk
I'm just being honest, talk talk
Written by: Grieves, Leon Smith, Ross Standaloft
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