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Numl6ck - speaking2myself lyrics

Artist: Numl6ck

album: speaking2myself


Girl you know that shit you speak about
Ok bitch shut yo mouth
I know that they was talking shit
I'm finna shut it down
And you know I ain't smoking mid, I'm smoking only loud
I need some medical grade up in my blunt
Nah, nah, yea
You a junky, not a jock
Give a fuck about a job
When you drop a song it flops
You ain't got no room to talk
Give a fuck bout what you feeling
Give a fuck bout what you taught
You a op
All you really do is talk, yuh
Think I need some pills in my pockets
Watch this
I been blowing up
Yeah my opps been watching
And Im going crazy so they looking at my profits
Don't know why they worry bout me
Bitch, just stop it
I'm off it
Really I just think that I could make a mil
By myself I do not need to sign no fucking deal
Imma do it either way like how the fuck you feel?
Bitch I'm feeling reckless
Guess it's time to go and break a seal
Think I need some pills in my pockets, pockets
Think I need some pills in my pockets, pockets
Think I need some pills in my pockets, pockets
Swear that Imma make it, that's a promise
Guess that I'm a target they want this
Always on my own shit
Bet they pissed off
Bitch you know I'm over it
Guess that I've been falling into this
Ain't my fault
Lately I've been feeling sick
But I can't help myself
And even if I fuckin tried I'm stuck in all this hell
And all this bullshit weighing on my mind, it's hard to tell
I'm just speaking to myself, I'm just speaking to myself
Like yuh

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