Karizma - Talkers lyrics

rate me

(Intro)

Daddaaaaaa da dad aaaaa

(Verse)

Melancholy. No, really, my mellon's calling

My brain is slowing, I can't tell if all these

Visions are dreams or nightmares

Cause I dream a starter

But I start to dream I might fail

Drink down that shitty rhyme with Nyquil

I kill raps here and there but I'm still

A locco, locco, gone postal

Nothing from the postal

Man is a grind. For my test I won't pass

Fuck, I guess I'll smoke grass and Athal

Ain't that the truth? Got me five thousand Buicks

Now can we make that a million? I'm stealing the building

But no one seems to notice

I have every profesor

They can blow it on the Otis

Or act like I'm the youngest

Tho no harm's taken

I go so hard I got both arms wanking it

Thank the pricks who picked on me at grade school