Slick Talka

I’m a slick talker, quick walker, running my mouth,

As smooth as the lube you use to move in and out

I’m as groovy and as glossy, as anybody just watch me

Cool as a frozen cucumber I’m frosty

 

I see a couple others tryna get in the joint,

I walk right past the bouncers, wink at them to prove up my point

Moonwalk to the bar and then I'm perusing in up,

It ain’t long before I got a ounce of booze in my cup

 

Ah, I’m slippery and sloshy,

Yet my ice is still crunchy like a box of Kashi

See a thot talking loud and guess I thought she

Would do better with a couple fucking bills off me

 

Like Ay, and I’m about to get paid,

telling everyone to fuck off cuz I’m bout to get laid,

You could say I’ve got it made, My chains are thick as a braid,

The only way that I’m delayed is when my music is played

 

Cuz then I’m slowing down until it’s like I’m bout to pass out,

And the world ain’t gon roll me, cuz I shout out smash mouth

And I left all my problems in the past, back south

So if you catch what I got, hop up in my trap house

 

I’m a slick talker, quick walker, running my mouth,

As smooth as the lube you use to move in and out

I’m as cool and as glossy, as anybody just watch me

Cool as a frozen cucumber I’m frosty

 

So while I’m sliding round these beats and getting it going,

I guess it would be good to bring up that my ego is glowing,

And my ethos is growing, almost too big to contain,

I can’t contain the pain that’s going straight to my brain,

 

I’m like insane and tweaking out, my head is on the brink

Of thinking that I’m the enemy, and drowning in the sink

Honestly I am just trying to get through the day with no lying

But when you could do what you what, it’s like your fucking dying

 

So tell a little lie, officer I ain’t high,

It’s just my radiator is broken and there’s something in my eye

I mean really why would I need to be sly, guy?

Holy shit, if I keep tripping, i feel like I'm gonna die

 

Ugh, I just can't handle this shit,

And I keep thinking that I can’t control my hands for a bit,

And everybody round me thinking out that man you’re a bitch

But any other trip can’t even hold a candle to it yo