They Keep Talkin' - Witchitaw Slim

Genre
Trap, Beats
Mood
Dark, Dreamy
Tempo
68 BPM
Duration
2 minutes, 1 second
Composed by
Jerald Trenton Brown
Produced by
Timothy Infinite
Release date
September 6, 2024
It been plenty times that I coulda died
Lucky Sonic Slim got a hundred lives
Knock the rings out and Ima fit my pinky with it
Fuck a Jada Pinkett I get jiggy wit it uh
You wit it then we can get it going
Talking big shit and you just a semi colon
Head of the state and I cannot be demoted
I put his head on a stake and make him hold it
Too off the meter
Can’t say too many ways that I need her
If some bread on the plate she a eater
Need some bread on the plate for the feature
I’m a beast lil boy I’m a creature
Ain’t no money to make from me being tame
Fore I tell on myself ima plea insane
It’s some folks in here with me I’m keeping chained and I swear
They keep talking
All around my head I hear it all day
I hope nobody don’t tell the NRA
Cuz I’ma send em to Hell and then Yahweh
Gone proly send me to Hell
I need peace signs for my shoulders
Devils on each side
Now who stronger
Man I’m getting deep fried
But I’m colder than a white polar
In till I’m over tryna stay
Woke in a hive full of sleepers
I can leave Earth anytime no allegiance
Fuck all these hoes oh that line too egregious
Had to be real one time for the region
Now can I get peace some day
Or just a lil sleep some day
I know we gone eat some day
And if the time divine it won’t be too late
Now It’s a balance I been tryna figure
In and out at times in my lil feelings
My Valentine didn’t want no dealings
And I can’t blame ya bout that really
Cuz ain’t too much stable going on
Ain’t nobody to save you on yo own
I done took out a page from Rolling Stones
A vice might short the days and write the songs
Meanwhile I’ll engage in other things
Dazing off to other dreams
Another page another ream
And I still can’t explain just what I see
Maybe I wasn’t made to walk
The wings fell off and now I’m trapped inside the thought
They birthed a flaw
Glad they brought the church to T’aw
Cuz I need some to believe in
So make me believe
They keep talking
All around my head I hear it all day
I hope nobody don’t tell the NRA
Cuz I’ma send em to Hell and then Yahweh
Gone proly send me to Hell
I need peace signs for my shoulders
Devils on each side
Now who stronger
Man I’m getting deep fried
But I’m colder than a white polar
In till I’m over tryna stay