Kembe X - Talk Back lyrics

You know the Hippies keepin' me hot
I don't even gotta talk about it

Dis that talk back dis that let it out
Dis that sleepin on the floor
Cause he got the couch
Dis that let em have it
Dis that fuck em all (fuck em)
Dis that run it up bitch I'm comin' up
Into your mind it's your prize
And go guide your soul twistin' the ganj
Windows high until I get old
Imma talk back

Overdosin’ on that crystal ball
Check the method I don’t do no stretchin’
I blow through it all fuck a lot
And sleep a lot how I cope with it all
Footprints all over my bed
I dream I can walk it off
This mo' like a hit and run
Grand slam bitch my city jumpin'
Over fences I'm a fucking
Go the distance, I'm so fuck that shit yo
Talkin I dick all over yo sentence, pig
When you finna blow yo lid just remember

Ok, ok, ok
I'm 19 with a passport and freedom
Rappin' like suspicious packages gon
Blow me up (boom)
My guess is they don't know a
Lil flex when they see one (they see one)
I'm a 94 these niggas 80's some (weak weak)
I've been poppin' pills since I was 12
Locked up in my mind
Straight up I blame yall for real
Hope I got my doctor pockets filled
No prescription bars to place on top
Yo tongue and swallow ill
I play my own Dr phil
I might have to stop yo deal