Talk To Me Lyrics

Serengeti

I sound sacred like a whisper, fake like a dental,
Disappointed like the hard times of your mental.
Rocky roads, little jungle toads,
Sacred like this shit was written in the cloaky copes.
Can't read it, talk to me like Curtis Loader,
Rap shit don't work, become a chauffeur,
Know the streets, stadiums and teared seats,
Pump the drum, driver, turn on Bon Iver.
Disappointing dashboards, want to be a scuba coach, expend like James Poke.
But instead, after Bon Iver, Papa Roach.
Sir, don't forget your coat.
I was a mentor the times being.

Yeah, where you've been, honey?
Yeah, where you've been, baby?

Yeah, work harder, getting rich,
Keep it together like a ten stitch.
Enjoy yourself like a sexy bitch.
NBA wives arguing outside,
I'm sensing beauty and pride
Watching women fight for guys.
Whatever, people are having faults,
Let's give it a couple grant for your company's bank vault.
And you were trusted, left the upper brasts disgusted,
Took years for the company to get readjusted.
Your wife having a secret family guerry,
Her second spouse kind of looks like Neneh Cherry.
Whatever, cut the lady some slack,
I'd be getting it back, pieces start at impact.

Where you've been?
Yeah, where you've been, honey?
Where you've been, baby?
Where you've been?

Baby, bank fault, sacred, baby.
How come you smell like the Jake Dan'?
Where you've been?

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