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letra de talk much - nick xl

[hook]
im sorry we dont talk much
im sorry i dont act the same
every day im breathin, i be in my own brain
and i dont talk much
so its hard to keep the pace up
only bring destain
sh-t is plain why my chain cut
and we dont talk much
and that sh-ts probably my fault
everytime i speak i think that i shouldn’t have talked
so i dont talk much
feel like a stranger in my home
either im gettin worse or the both us gettin old
but we dont talk much

im just getting home, open the door up from a storm
feel like a 13 hour drive, on my mind and im feeling sore
and im just walking upstairs thinking bout the nights before
and how the ones that are in front of me lookin like f-ckin chores
and ive been tryin to trudge through this mud but im washed up
in a swamp that i concocted and moss gettin coughed up
im lost and its been apparent, no parent is gonna fix me
no merits that i can cherish, been perished since i was 16
ironically, thats the point that i made that ep
and got back in the church and my family seen me
once close with my cousins, but f-ck it now im a heathen
breathing in the bag, and releasing out all my demons
my sister just wants me to acknowledge they they exist
i feel like a f-ckin d-ck, but thats it i was made to miss
i been switchin to triple 6 since a kid, and i pulled the trigger
they say they dont hate me, im nodding but still i figure

[hook]
im sorry we dont talk much
im sorry i dont act the same
every day im breathin, i be in my own brain
and i dont talk much
so its hard to keep the pace up
only bring destain
sh-t is plain why my chain cut
and we dont talk much
and that sh-ts probably my fault
everytime i speak i think that i shouldn’t have talked
so i dont talk much
feel like a stranger in my home
either im gettin worse or the both us gettin old
but we dont talk much

and ive made 100 raps about the church and i how i hate it
how i was brought up believing, and changing is where disdain is
i laid it all out, told em im breakign in half, and god
was absent right when i needed him, laid it out in my songs
and they made me sit, played me videos and made debates, they flipped
i was wrong, and that was the end of it, i was angry with
all of em, until it was clear that they tried to save me
i can’t imagine their thoughts when they’re seein me round lately
its probably something like “he used to be so nice
but now its like 2 words if im lucky, he says 5”
and im sorry, wish it was different but everytime that i speak
i feel like it’s futile, cause everyone thinks im bleak
and everyone thinks im evil cause i dont go visit jesus
im anxious when i go see him, he sees that my will is weak
and even this sh-t is less an apology, more excuses
im stupid, ill quit the b-tchin and anchor back up my cheeks

[hook]
im sorry we dont talk much
im sorry i dont act the same
every day im breathin, i be in my own brain
and i dont talk much
so its hard to keep the pace up
only bring destain
sh-t is plain why my chain cut
and we dont talk much
and that sh-ts probably my fault
everytime i speak i think that i shouldn’t have talked
so i dont talk much
feel like a stranger in my home
either im gettin worse or the both us gettin old
but we dont talk much

- nick xl

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