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Text: Lucky Boys Confusion. Growing Out Of It. Keep Talking.

We got a new groove on this scene

And nobody's gonna stop me from livin out my dreams

I hear your talkin shit about a punching bag

But who was around when you first busted a sag

I hear you're kicking down with your ska shit, watch it!

It might be some trendy ass bullshit

I guess I hear where you're coming from

But you didn't need to talk all that shit son

Who always stuck his neck out for you

And who always had your back for you

Keep talking your shit

Brother man I ain't got no regrets

We used to ride side by side

Two intellectuals with nothing to hide

Together we lost our powder virginity

I never thought I had to question your genuinity

Could my eyes lie, could this be true

Like Caesar to Brutus "Et Tu? Et Tu?"

We used to sit and laugh about the lost ones

But you're a part of their plastic world

Who always stuck his neck out for you

And who always had your back for you

Made time to hear your point of view

But all that just went to shit man

Not an hour goes by that I don't think about the day


When I lost my faith in loyalty, friendship dissolved away

February 14th, the day of ole amore

I never realized what you had in store

Receiver on my ear, the memory's so clear

Insanity knocking at my door, I knew the edge was near

Oh no, don't get me wrong you're not the only one to blame

I'll never forgive and for this I feel no shame

But tell me one thing when you were giving me love advice

Did you have this planned out and why do I pay this price

I hear around the vine you think I'm thinking of myself

Did it cross your mind back stabbing someone else

You got an OK heart, crooked smiles none the less

Loyalty you couldn't live up to test

When it comes to friendship here's a golden rule

Don't jump your friends' girl when he goes away to school

Keep talking your shit

Your insults won't phase me a bit

Keep talking your shit

Brother man I ain't got no regrets

Keep talking your shit

How does that look from where you sit

The difference between you and I

I know where to stop