Talk About It (feat. 2 a.m., Wave & Cap)
Driving down the west coast going ninety
Driving on my own, hope no one finds me
I've been busy searching on my own
Searching for a place I can call home
Talk about it, talk about it
I don't wanna talk about it
Talk about it
I don't wanna open up and talk about it
Talk about it, talk about it
I don't wanna talk about it
Everything is going wrong
But I don't wanna talk about it
Feeling like I'm drowning
At the same time that I'm grounded
All the whispers in my ear
The voices screaming, I'm surrounded
By my conscience and my past
Crying, shouting for some help
I was silent in my past
Gotta check my mental health
Wasn't hit by buckle belts
It's emotions that I felt
A heart to heart moment with myself
I'm breaking shells
I'm just tryna make it out
Breaking barriers with my sound
Imma show 'em I can make it
With no trace, no words, no sound
Driving down the west coast going ninety
Driving on my own, hope no one finds me
I've been busy searching on my own
Searching for a place I can call home
I bet you don't wanna talk to me
Always on and off the fence, tryna copy me
Yeah we always on defense like it's a soccer league
But I tried to make a shot and you was blocking me
Now you blocking me
On your Facebook, insta
Snapchat, group chat
All that, twitter
Who's that dude that's on your finsta
I act cool but lowkey miss ya
Fuck
Cause I know that honestly
I don't really wanna talk
Why you constantly
Tryna blame it on the stars?
Man, that shit's comedy
Cause you can't blame all your problems on astrology
Now you calling me
Put your motherfucking phone down
I don't wanna text, I would rather be alone now
They say I'm up next, well I guess I'm gonna blow now
Steady doing ninety on the coast
I'll never slow down, woah
Driving down the west coast going ninety
Driving on my own, hope no one finds me
I've been busy searching on my own
Searching for a place I can call home
Tell me where to go
Cause I still don't know
She still wanna talk
Please just let it go
I've been on the road
Driving on my own
I don't wanna talk about it
Please don't hit my phone
I don't wanna talk about it
You know I hate to open up, and you get mad about it
And I really need you to understand it please
That I'm dealing with these feelings of inadequacy
Girl you know I love you, and all I say is true
I've been feeling really low, I've been feeling real blue
You say you wanna hear me out, but baby what's the use?
Our relationship is ending, you already lit the fuse
So why'd you wanna talk to me?
This shit is getting really toxic you're too blind to see
Now I'm moving on, and that is fine by me
Going ninety-three and that's alright with me
Peace out