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Small Faces Talk To You

no autograph (Autograph) Now you listen to me, baby All I want to do Is talk to you You know I didn't stop you doing Things you wanted to do But now

just how you got into debt You lost when you nodded your neck Through the vest, through the chest that you tried to protect Take the voice that you try to project, check Darin' you

Bullets everywhere" Okay what's the prob? "Ink got popped, he's dead as a doorknob" You bullshittin' "I ain't fuckin' around The posse's rollin' tonight, nigga are you

we need to do in the game Good dude, bad night, right place, wrong time In the blink of a eye, his whole life changed If you could feel how my face felt, you

play tricks When you're tryin' to be so quiet? We sit here stranded Though we're all doin' our best to deny it And Louise holds a handful of rain Tempting you

acupuncture When I punch ya, I rupture all of your ribcage in a rage And I turn you into a cartoon too then erase the page I take you back to the stone

way a brother is hangin' too When you didn't think that nobody knew You see the girls are talkin', the girls are talkin' What up papi, you think you got game? I know you

that it ain't that simple. I got loose. Up on the roof. Waiting for you. Two-faced, Was this was out elders taught? We're human too, indulge in small talk

I am) (I don't - How much do you make, Sir? Man, what the fuck is you talkin bout how much I make?!) (Fuck you!) Ha-ha-ha.. [ VERSE 2 ] I'm in the South