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Talk About It
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Talk About It was released on October 17, 2026 by Timeflex Productions as a part of the album Renaissance
ReleasedOctober 17, 2026
LabelTimeflex Productions
LanguageEnglish
BPM100
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy

Lyrics

Hahahaha shit
Alright we gonna run up in this mothafucka
And what we gonna do is
Well
You know the plan
Alright you ready
When she talkin' to the cops she ain’t gon' talk about it
When she talkin' to the opps she ain’t gon' talk about it
Yeah she keep it on lock she got a walk about it
She don’t talk about a lot don’t mean she ain’t about it
When she talkin' to the cops she ain’t gon' talk about it
When she talkin' to the opps she ain’t gon' talk about it
Yeah she keep it on lock she got a walk about it
She don’t talk about a lot don’t mean she ain’t about it
My girl quiet
Total murder in honest silence
Death in violet
High and dusted on auto pilot
Try to eye us
Push us further then we go bye and
Find the highlands
And disappear in our private island
Lamborghini
Hers and mine and you not invited
Don’t need to hide
See the places we find is not incited
Pussy finer than diamonds
I dive in like a lion
No strings attached
But I play that pussy just like a Violin
So divine when I blow her spine right out alignment
A cold divide when I go inside and throw all supplies in
Make it wide as a gopher mine
Cause I’ma go for mine and
Hold the sides as I slide in
Enlightened goes her eyes man
A flow this nice can control the likes of a total Viking
Roll the dice if you bozo’s like to entice a titan
My only vice is to hold the mic like a Vulcan liken
Hope for life but the chosen right to me owes a blight and
Don’t be frightened
I’m chosen the globe is molded right hand
On the holster
So close to endin' the holy light and
Boast and brag
But the toes and tagged and ya roped and dragged in
A closed in bag
Cause the oldest code is a woman naggin'
Hold the baggage
I’m closin' in open all the brackets
Dump the bodies and sew it back
Then reattach the brackets
'Til the legend is old my shoulder is cold as Hagrid
This will never unlatch not ever
This food for maggots
Booze and packets of blood
Enough to induce a savage
Into nightmares of killing
The innocence of marriage
To the hatred
The motivation comes home from Satan
Hold the gates
The golden estates has almost taken
All the people
The weakest of vegans are so feeble
No paralegals to tear illegals apparently
Call them evil
They beat 'til lethal
It’s so medieval
There’s no equals
Don’t care to feed those who dare to leave
Induce cerebral
By pills until you’re in the fetal
The upheaval is primeval
Lettin' all who see
Bare witness
They weasel 'til ya fam wishes
Rip ya from ya britches
On ya hands on knees
When she talkin' to the cops she ain’t gon' talk about it
When she talkin' to the opps she ain’t gon' talk about it
Yeah she keep it on lock she got a walk about it
She don’t talk about a lot don’t mean she ain’t about it
When she talkin' to the cops she ain’t gon' talk about it
When she talkin' to the opps she ain’t gon' talk about it
Yeah she keep it on lock she got a walk about it
She don’t talk about a lot don’t mean she ain’t about it
Alright you ready right
Yeah
All ya gotta do is run up in there and show 'em who's boss
Show 'em we ain't takin' no shit
Flex said bear witness
The pair about to tear
This shit up with no repair
Unfair just how the snare hittin'
Light it in the air
I’m every ya man is isn’t
Wanna take it there
Then yes I guess I am different
I got a soul but it left and we don’t speak
Out of control when I’m at my best
Ain't need no reason
Killin' everything on the scene with Pino Grigio bottles poppin'
Everyone screams but ain’t no leaving
Don’t wanna talk about it
I just wanna chalk around it
In love with the poppin' sound
Brought choppers to the opera
Now head bobbin' to my music
I’m usually in the studio
Locked up by myself and soon I’ll fuckin' lose it
Call me a nuisance the truest to you
I’m in the mood to ruin a couple pews
And loosen a couple screws
A Medusa when I’m with you
Got a clue 'bout just how ya move
Took a second to find a groove
Ain’t it ain’t take much to ruin it
Who the fuck this bitch think she is
Think she can talk about me
Walk all over and around me
Found her in the river drowning
Arc you are so evil sounding
Why you got to say it proudly
Help me with these sheets
Find me some bleach man ima need some Downey
Shit I’m ahead of myself cause I still love the bitch
Told her I’m fuckin' rich then she showed me both her tits
Triple D’s
Bout to be floatin' in the sea
Got a bruise deep in her throat
Burn marks on both her knees
I don’t objectify but disrespect ain’t get to fly
I’m mister get the weapon tie 'em up
And send 'em to the sky
Thought it was safe around me
Dawg give it another try
Call the local florist for the spot that you about to lie
Kill 'em with kindness
Sick of bein mister nice guy
Ima riot
I’m in alignment
Fixin' up a Dixie cup prepare for sirens
No one’ll find ya hiding spots
In different continents and climates
Ima get wild might flex a time piece
She tryna see the diamonds
When she pop in at the cops she ain’t gon' talk about it
Cause she know we in this together
Courtroom we walk up out it
Got 'em flockin' birds of a feather
No opps to chop around it
We been plottin' on a drop
I told her not to talk about it
When she talkin' to the cops she ain’t gon' talk about it
When she talkin' to the opps she ain’t gon' talk about it
Yeah she keep it on lock she got a walk about it
She don’t talk about a lot don’t mean she ain’t about it
When she talkin' to the cops she ain’t gon' talk about it
When she talkin' to the opps she ain’t gon' talk about it
Yeah she keep it on lock she got a walk about it
She don’t talk about a lot don’t mean she ain’t about it
Ayo that's enough
Stop it stop it
The fuck
Written by: Andrew Arnold, Zachary James Cantillon

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