Song: Dont Talk So Much
Year: 2017
Viewed: 60 - Published at: 6 years ago

You talk a lot but got nothing for the booth
I can not listen to you
You are not speaking the truth
Too many things are fading my friendships and my youth

Man whats the use?
Man I got nothing to lose
This is the life that I choose
You can not walk in my shoes
Trine step to me bitch who the fuck are you?

Talking down on the team won’t slow us down
Talk all you want it won’t put us out
God has been shaping me I can see the tests talk all you want you just wasting breath

Old girl 'bout had me worried half to death
I don’t think I got any feelings left
Got so many goals accomplished a few
But now I’m coming for the fucking rest

Now I’m coming for the fucking cheque
Now I’m coming for your fucking neck
And fuck all these plays I just need respect
I shoot these hoes down I don’t need a Tech
Got a hundred things to do everyday
Stay in your lane please learn your place
So many things going on behind the scenes
Before you ever see the play

Y’all fucking with the wrong ones
Y’all fucking with the wrong ones
Y’all fucking with the wrong ones
Y’all fucking with the wrong ones

I been waiting on my perfect timing
Dreaming 'bout autograph signing
Five years down the road we gone see who still riding, who’s undercover
And who’s gonna show they true colors

I trust everyone to be untrustworthy
They put in time to prove that they worthy
I set they ass up and they still do me dirty
So many woman think that they deserve me

They just want what I can offer
I can not fix your problems with your father
Gave yourself away cause you a big talker
I don't fuck with leaches so why even bother?

I'm a real artist and you just an actor
Yeah I’m the main event and you just the back up
So you better back up
Tired of the breath on my neck from all of these sneezy bastards
They looking for clout they looking for help
The secret recipe yeah I know it well
Making waves like a breeching whale
They throwing shots that were never felt

Had to elevate myself to save myself
My cards were delt it can’t be helped
It can’t be helped
I got the fans I got the wealth
They were talking all that shit but now they stealth

( Trevor Lanier )
www.ChordsAZ.com

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