paroles de chanson Talking To Myself - Novian Wright

Your sorrow rush down like a faucet
No wonder you like death, skeletons in your closet
Been dancing with demise since Jada with August
No you haven't grown a bit not for shit
If i'm being honest
Take all your emotions out that bottle, break the glass that you put em in
Wake up from your lies and be the man that you shoulda been or coulda been
Why you walking 'round all shook and shit
Look your father from Jamaica and your mother a Brooklyn kid
And while you wasn't in your right mind and you cooking shit
They working hard to make the life you went up and grew up in
And yet back as a child you was way too quiet
While all your friends was just being happy living defiant
Before you just found music all you interest would lie in
You being confused about learning what the hell that this life is
Having conversations alone inside your room till you knock out
Wait to hear goodnight from your parents yes whenever they clock out
Pops told you don't put your hood on or move fast when the cops out
Cus they gon shoot because your hair brush look different when dark out
Your mental state is conflicted hinder thoughts that are scary
Can't in vision yourself to work 9 to 5's or be married
Oh you think you insane
You think you to blame
For every bad thing that happens everyday
Been feeling deranged
Something stuck in your way
Look in the sky and then someone asking you what is your name
And you say
Never mind