Lyrics Keep Talking - Tré Wes

Yeah it′s Wes
Man like no named on the B
Yeah

Ay
I'mma let you keep talking til′ you said something
I must be looking like I came to playing something
I love the love you had to give but you've been taking something
I'd be cleaning up your mess like I′m your maid or something
I′mma let you keep talking you ain't saying much
I was always with the gangs but you′ve been playing rough
I could'nt count up all the nice you had me stand up
I couldn′t find a way to go I had to make it up

Look, if there was no problems and I bet she was looking for them
He was not enough the only way she could put it for him
But he'd been out of touch its not a fault she was pulling for him
There when he was down the heart was softer the pudding for him
When they start to treat him
Different seen his jacket they took it from him
He ain′t used to it and his money he ain't looking for him
He getting noticed (getting noticed)
Frustrating and neglect can make the best of poets
But Adam makes the motions (ha)
I mix the liquor to the sickest potions
So I never had to switch to focus
Now I really got to switch to focus
(Now really got to switch to focus)
Am I really while I'm spinning or I′m really bogus
Am I really staying woke I had to sniff the roses
I wore my heart up on my sleeve I knew that shit was broken
Hoping they ain′t noticed only listened but that shit was hopeless
You get the glimpse of all the realest when you hit your lowest
Now I don't really take advice if I don′t get your motive

So I'mma let you keep talking til′ you said something
I must be looking like I came to playing something
I love the love you had to give but you've been taking something
I′d be cleaning up your mess like I'm your maid or something
I'mma let you keep talking you ain′t saying much (Wes)
I was always with the gangs but you′ve been playing rough
I couldn't count up all the nice you had me stand up
I couldn′t find a way to go I had to make it up (Wes)

If you wasn't feeling what I′m saying you got to be trippin, yeah
And oh my momma I got to be different
All these rappers probably there's
A giving what I could been given, ah
All these pockets I got to be in ′em
Man I get it
Touches like a war with a prophecy in it
And then they know there's a prodigy in 'em
Mix a little hood street smarts there′s some modesty in ′em
Competition it probably would kill 'em
Add a little daddy issues cause a monogamy in it
I never quit niggers got to be kiddin talking bout
You getting in your bag when I′m constantly in it, yeah
Now when I sound it's a quality difference I could
Really laugh at all you niggers it′s comedy in 'em, hah
Was a tell in a novelty in it
All these niggers capping what the fuck is the honesty in ′em
So I don't talk I play the part where I'm gossiping with ′em

I just keep on talking they ain′t saying nothing
I must be looking like I came to play something
I love to love you had to give but you've been taking something
I been cleaning up your mess like I′m your maid or something
I'mma let you keep talking you ain′t saying much
I was always with the gangs but you've been playing rough
I could′nt count up all the nice you had me stand up
I couldn't find a way to go I had to make it up
Yeah it's Wes