Paroles:
Talk Talk The Gift

days that we all hold on to. reaching for a small-town downtown, night rain, All the slightly insane on the 18 North Main, An unwrapped gift from me

Always turning out for the worst, you were always my most consistent curse. Now I hope this gets you kind of heated, or stings a little if you even

So sold out How dear you are How on earth did you come to live as a clown Close Closed down And here you are Sun and then the shade Sun eclipsed to

now [Verse 1: T.I.] It's the rap thespian, trap champion Dude never lose even when you think he can't even win Again, don't nobody do it like the kid do Talkin

the good life, wanna see what the difference is Some just wanna smoke, enjoy the piff-vileges He unwrap a cigar like it's a gift of his He a funny lil

Dirty pop, yo J. T. [Justin:] Sick and tired of hearing All these people talk about What's the deal with this pop life And when is gonna fade out The

better than the kid I guess I'm left which cause I still get to win Dig? And what you heard is thunderin' No Vince Young I did superb on the Wonderlic New Soul [Chorus] [Talking

sometime But a real nigga regroup relax and take this back on his grind I was gifted with a sick grip game, and it stick to the spoon Plus I'm gifted

't come around, nigga O's changed Man O tripping man what's going down in O's brain Talking down on me, them niggas still ain't having no change See I don't really talk