Kembe X Talk Back Lyrics

[Intro]
You know the Hippies keepin' me hot
I dont even gotta talk about it

[Hook]
Dis that talk back
Dis that let it out
Dis that sleepin on the floor cause he got the couch
Dis that let em have it
Dis that f*ck em all (f*ck em)
Dis that run it up
Bitch I'm comin' up
Into your mind
It's your prize
And go guide your soul
Twistin' the ganj
Windows high
Until I get old
Imma talk back

[Verse 1]
Overdosin' on that crystal ball
Check the method I don't do no stretchin', I blow through it all
f*ck a lot, and sleep a lot how I cope with it all
Footprints all over my bed, I dream I can walk it off
This mo' like a hit and run, grand slam bitch my city jumpin' over fences I'm a f*cking go the distance, I'm so f*ck that shit yo talkin I dick all over yo sentence, pig, when you finna blow yo lid just remember [Hook]

[Verse 2]
Ok, ok, ok, I'm 19 with a passport and freedom
Rappin' like suspicious packages gon blow me up (boom)
My guess is they don't know a lil flex when they see one (they see one)
I'm a 94 these niggas 80's some (weak weak)
I've been poppin' pills since I was 12, locked up in my mind
Straight up I blame yall for real, hope I got my doctor pockets filled
No prescription bars to place on top yo tongue and swallow ill
I play my own Dr. Phil, I might have to stop yo deal

[Hook]