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Correct Talking To Myself Lyrics
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Correct Talking To Myself
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[Chorus] Talking to myself I know we're going down There's whiskey on your lips So you won't hear me out I'm talking to myself Like I'm going insane You won't hear me out Why do I still feel this way? [Verse 1] I realize that I've been running from the truth Had the cards in my hand and the suit Made of hearts was an act by the cute girl Eight shots deep in her birthday suit I'm a player that got played like a flute She planted love in my head and the fruit Took me so high with no parachute Screamed the whole way down but I feel so mute now I'm the one that's tryna win you back The baggage of everything it made you miss the past I went and pressed the brakes, you didn't hit the gas It's funny how the stand still made a collision fast You try to say you're sick of me like strep throat Then asking me to hang out baby, yes? no? How about we grab a last meal like death row? Maybe then I could finally learn how to let go, damn [Chorus] Talking to myself I know we're going down There's whiskey on your lips So you won't hear me out I'm talking to myself Like I'm going insane You won't hear me out Why do I still feel this way? [Verse 2] Six shots and I got missed calls Karma really is a bitch whenever it calls Bloody knuckles from punching all the brick walls Like what the fuck is in store? I ain't talking strip malls Heard you put up thick walls, I came in with a sledge Tried to put you in a penthouse, you put me on the ledge Shit you were either pissed off or put me on edge Either gave me cold feet or made your way into my head Even took away my breath Now I'm suffocating Always under pressure and it's overtaking Put in all this effort, you disregard I'm making Only get your pleasure when my back is breaking From the weight you expect me to carry Like "Ryan, you happy?" I'm very 'Cause if I said our love is buried How quickly you'd ghost it is, scary So I'll keep on swallowing pride till I'm drowning You so full of shit, how your stomach is growling? Shit all that I hear in my ears is the pounding Of my heart cause every alarm, has been sounding You put all these walls up, I thought it's your housing But were fine in public, that shit is astounding That's why I'm so lonely when were up in crowding 'Cause that's when the people don't hear that were shouting [Chorus] Talking to myself I know we're going down There's whiskey on your lips So you won't hear me out I'm talking to myself Like I'm going insane You won't hear me out Why do I still feel this way? [Outro] You bang my line when it's half past nine and I might just blow my brains You want that cockback but with that recoil girl, I might just go Cobain Go ahead, take eight shots All the drinks you bought, make sure you feel no pain Everytime you binge you might burn that bridge You're the match I'll be the propane, I'll be the propane
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