Let Me Talk

Murs

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    Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah YEAH!
    Aaaah. Shhh shhh shhh shhh shhh
    Whoa, calm down, calm down, wh-whoa
    Whoa, wha-whoa wha-whoa whoa whoa. Shhhh
    Let me talk Let me talk. Shhhh. Look. Whoa whoa

    Calm down
    What's this all about?
    How you raise your voice and yellin' at me in my house?
    Look I should kick you out if you want to scream and shout
    Cause I'm just not in the mood for a heavy weight bout
    Oh, that's what's up then
    You keep on interruptin'
    Like you runnin' thangs, hold up let me tell you somethin'
    You can roll your eyes and stomp your feet
    But your mouth might put your ass out in the street
    Open your mouth again, the story never ends
    Talkin' to me crazy like I'm one of your friends
    I can't get a word in
    You should try listenin'
    I should call you Tyler Perry since you always dissin' men
    If you keep on raisin' hell I'm gonna get up on my cell
    So when the Police come, Miss Madea Goes To Jail
    Well, well, well
    Look who changed they tune
    I think these fights go with the cycle of the moon
    Yeah, yeah, yeah
    I'm talkin' about PMS
    And if we had more sex you wouldn't be so stressed
    But you like to front like that time of the month
    Ain't the reason why you got your panties all in a bunch
    And that's figurative and literal
    The shit you pull is pitiful
    For one week a month you always make my life so miserable
    So, here we go gettin' loud and obnoxious
    When really what you need is some Motrin and chocolate
    I'm only jokin'
    On the low, kinda hopin'
    That comedy will calm your ass down for the moment
    I wanna turn the game on
    You busy with the same song
    Okay, I'm not right but look, I know I ain't wrong
    You ain't goin' nowhere
    Put them bags down
    Got your hands in my face
    Oh you think you bad now?
    Okay
    Let's just see where that gets you
    Knock yourself out cause I'm not the one to hit you
    And I ain't sleepin' on the couch
    My neck's still hurtin' from the last time
    We gotta talk now?
    C'mon, can't it wait till halftime?
    It's like your favorite past time
    You yell and you scream
    But nothing comes between a man and his favorite team
    And look
    Don't make me choose cause you just might lose
    Now, take your ass to the other room, turn on the news
    Wait, wait wait wait wait wait
    I didn't mean it like that
    I'm just excited from the game
    C'mon baby come back
    Look I'm sorry, I'm sorry
    I got a little silly
    But c'mon what really arguin' about now really?
    You know I love you
    You know you love me
    But why does it always have to get so ugly?
    Don't even want to hug me because you wanna stay mad
    It's the crazy game that men and women play since way back
    But men never win, so forget it man I'm out
    Cause I already planned on sleepin' on the couch

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    You know what? Know what? Forget it, forget it. I'm finished. La la la la
    Where's the remote? I'm takin' the good covers too
    You can't take the good-you sleepin' on the sheets
    And when you get cold don't try to snug up on me on the couch
    Don't try to call me back in there later either. I'm out this mother!

    Wait a minute what? What did you say you gonna do to my Impala?
    I'll jump out this car so fast and drop kick you in the medulla oblongata
    Okay I see you stupid just like your momma and them
    Yeah I said it
    And I was just as stupid as you for stayin' with you
    Cause I regret it
    So let me get in clean
    Cause the game don't change, people do
    These little niggas jumpin' out blastin' in them skinny jean
    And the last thing I need is your ass to hassle
    Yeah man she told the judge I hit her
    She hit herself in the head with a bag of apple
    And I told her, "I hate goin' to your spot"
    Cause her daddy can't say nothin'
    Unless he put that thing on his neck that make him sound like a robot
    And I sound retarded right?
    I can't lie
    One day a butterfly landed on a skull and brought tears to my eye
    Think I'm ungrateful and she would never satisfy
    Keep showin', they laugh at her cause her daddy got killed
    going to the hood tryin' to pay a nigga to pee on me
    And you ever been with one or two bitches
    Just you and her in the car
    You know she farted but she lookin' at you like you did it
    She kinda dirty to us
    Man, I can't stand a woman, act polite, take a shit and never give a courtesy flush
    One day we went to apply to a phat loan
    She said, "Ah yes." Changed her voice up and said
    "Bitch you don't ever talk like that at home"
    But that's what woman do
    Just like that, "This is my husband." Lie
    I keep tellin' you, "Quit tellin' people that cause I ain't nothin' to you."

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    Composición: Free Suga, Ninth Wonder y Murs

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