Lyrics WALKIE TALKIE - Payden McKnight

I've been singing alone in my room
Silence in the building, no one get the loot
I been on the run for a minute, ooh
All my neighbors shouting, wanting me to move
I'm content with this, yeah, I hate it too
All my latest cowards been cleaning they boots
Bro get on the floor, dawg, they boutta shoot

Shootin lasers through the roof
I'ma boutta send out all these shots, like SOS
I been chasing up the bag, I'm a boss
I've been spending hella money, checks on checks
We be crating up the grabs, issa toss
Don't make me end my flow like Toys-R-Us
I don't care about you, shoot you in the socks
You finna lose, I'll break your neck like Beck

Running up more checks, I'm feeling validated
But I'm not cocky, cocky, cocky
I don't respond, but I pick up telephone calls like I'm A$AP Rocky
So if we need to have a talk, you better say
You got my back bro, yeah bro, fosho
You better pick up, when I call you on that walkie, walkie talkie

Okay
Hit me up, dab me up
Grab me a water cup
I need to fill it up to the brim
I need to drown with assistance
I do not like superstition
Your attitude remind me too much from when I'd sit in detention
I could never pay attention
In elementary, I acted too ignorant
Growing up, smarty-pants, I was listed in
Now the throne is the only chair I'm sittin in
Getting here's an impossible challenge like cinnamon
Don't try to reach up to me, I'm the grittiest
School taught me that I couldn't be myself
So I had to shield myself

Now I live in a mindset of my ruined self
But it's at the point now where I never cared
I'm doing me now, and you know that I'm never scared
I can hide what I want, and reveal what I wear
Under the mask, which I now chose to spare
The unspokeness, how'm I finna repair
It's gone on for too long, so I don't care if you stop and stare

Yuh
Poppin off rocks on the deck, aye
When I'm in my zone, I'm a wreck, aye
When I'm alone, you aren't invited, aye
Don't mess me bro, what the heck, aye
You should know more that I'm banished with God
I don't even care if he is a fraud
I just need someone to be with my conscious
Cause I always fall in my pocket
I'm finding new pockets to swim through
This game is too toxic to thin through
But I got in to 2Pac, no issue
They say I'm done, no it's not, no tissue

I don't wanna go back, back to the slow track
I got new flow, yeah, you already know, yeah
Like J Coyn Drive, shout out him for life
He is my bro, I would never not owe guy
Thank you to the most high, without him I am bone-dry
I woulda gone Lo-Fi, woulda seen no sky
I see Yahweh in you bro
We got a future to get to, so here we go
I gotta get back, asap, to Oklahome
The thunder's roaring loud, no crowd
Just me and my bros wearing crowns
We the kings and queens of this town
OKC represent
No need to hit up my walkie talkie anymore
I'm no longer down
Yuh
Fuschia