Talking to Myself Lyrics

Pull up to her crib when the moon's out

Hey I'm here, can you come let me in?

Powder blue, the color of her palace

I've seen it in my rounds

Frankly, I see what I didn't now

She still got doubts though, fuck

Holding her tongue from a tough conversation

Begging please girl loosen it out

Girl you got me talking to myself

Girl you got me talking to myself

Girl you got me talking to myself

Girl you got me talking to myself

Answer me baby

Open up your mind

Open up your soul

You got me talking to myself again

I ain't worried bout the timing

Take that picture off your wall

And that letter too

And I swear I'm not in it for the genitals

No more parking at the Chase Bank

That was the old me babe, he's gone

I was running from a beast

And it caught my by the feet

I ain't here to make excuses

And I know I did you wrong

But you need to trust me hun

Cause whenever the topic serious

Girl you got me talking to myself

Girl you got me talking to myself

Girl you got me talking to myself

Girl you got me talking to myself

Answer me baby

We be fooling round inside your bedroom until like 12 o'clock

Driving to the Dunkin Donuts, ask roomies "what you want?"

Walk to classes on the weekdays, and park inside my lot

3:55 Tuesday Thursday, wait for you in the lobby

Snapchatting your mommy

Washing dirty laundry

And you started talking about the serious

Thinking back to when you avoided me at the parties

And you couldn't even tell me hi