MAVI, Kahlil Blu - runway talk lyrics

Runway talk, runway talk
Yeah, this that runway talk
Runway talk, runway talk
Yeah, this that runway talk
Runway talk,  runway talk
Yeah, this that runway talk
Runway talk, runway talk
Fuck it, runway talk

Runway talk look at my walk
Look at the problems I brought
Dropping the weight like I'm Ross
Im runnin' this shit like a boss
Still dealing with loss
Whatever the cost for you niggas to get it
Blu Accord with the doors like pigeons
Man this shit is sickening
All you niggas blind talkin'
Bout they vision
Tryna tell you niggas, but you never listen
What is my purpose?
All this shit got me so nervous
I could do perfect
But thats just the surface
Cause really this shit is not worth it
Why you gon do me like that?
Why I be feelings so bad?
Why can't I let my thoughts pass?
Why can't I make this shit last?
Tryna let go of my past, uh

Runway talk, runway talk
Yeah, this that runway talk
Runway talk, runway talk
Yeah, this that runway talk
Runway talk, runway talk
Yeah, this that runway talk
Runway talk, runway talk
Fuck it, runway talk

Man, the score ain't keepin' it
Cause it ain't no secret kid
Spent a few of my recent winters
With women with needy feelings
I wish that my grandma could see me here
To see me achieve this shit
The skills been buildin' a
Stairway to heaven
For bread I share my allegiance with
I burnt the bottom off pots
Just keep that clear
Here's to depression unless I

I'm a lens flare, baby grab there
Know you got some common sense
Can show you been there, Baby
Loaded all my self-defense up

Nigga spinning in a shit don't get old
Mavi ball like over all of y'all
Feed my dogs like Mardi Gras, party off
'cause waterfall
I turned nothing into something
I turned seventeen summers
Yeah, now my woman on my runway
See a woman on the runway
Then I'm callin' up another
Runway talk, nigga

Y'all niggas need to stop
Rapping it's not for
Y'all, stick to poetry, spoken
Word, write something, Put it in your diary