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letra de port calls - slick talk (of the loegz)

[verse 1: sl!ck talk]

i laugh it off when hoes lackadaisical
act lately like mama raised a fool
they jealous when i’m untraceable
i rarely cake but when i do, i taste it too
got ropes behind her tongue and she’s not lacing shoes
bottle shake like mating, be breaking her concentration
my patient
my time-sharing vacation
leave a dollar on the table just in case you thinking basic
little late flip
she smile whenever she see me, call that “facelift”
rare port call in the squall then lift anchor and levitate ship
pull out
this boy ain’t missing no paper on my route
the universe send me lemons then it ain’t my place to live without
but that’s a…that’s a personal creed
gon’ do what you want, only got one person to please
i’m sailing on but the needy they keep reversing my breeze
like the serpent with eve
i tell the truth and still get cursed and percieved as just a villian
i’m feeling like you be nervous when we chillin’
you got other dudes, but all them square blocks can’t make no building

[hook: sl!ck talk/jonathas ojeda]

i can go deep if you want me
i can go deep if you let me

[verse 2: sl!ck talk]

i need an intelligent woman with cool clothes
like where do they produce those?
cuz all these boppers and loose hoes is high fructose
convenient and easy but to abuse those is bad for my health
with every nameless encounter i leave a scr-p of myself
when i need company misery always happy to help
a taxidermist’s creation
my heart’s patchwork, permanent vacant
when your home is on fire old memories burn in the bas-m-nt
when i’m dating i’m silent, patient, they discern it’s evasive
past pain worsens forget their not the person who made it
and i hope she listens and has to reverse this verse when she plays it
the first merciful act to relieve the thirst of the shaken
forsaken favorites wish they could erase the words on the pavement
names remaining until aliens come to earth and invade it
i’m faded
now i’m urged to find a perfect replacement, or upgrade
but that ain’t how the world works on such days, is it?

[hook]

boneless graveyards in my mind
where every girl i f-cked and don’t remember got a shrine

- slick talk of the loegz

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