Robscure & Mentalien - Talk Lyrics

Mm
Ba-da-bum
I know, dude (Yeah, yeah)
There's hella outtakes in this intro (Oh shit!)
OK, Ok, ok
Yo (Oh shit!)
Look
What's the point of being sober if I'm oversleepin'?
I'm making music every day but lately don't release it
Where's the value in creations of a clear head
When the head is so intent on rest I can't share them?
I know that sleep is essential and if I'm being honest
The sleep department's still in need and really ain't the problem
Intoxication wasn't either
They just both revolve around the culprit of my progress losses
It's my phone I'm callin' out
Thought I was immune cuz supposedly
'I'm so in tune with nature'
But to keep it real, I'm totally consumed
With the consumption of sweet nothings (Unh)
I keep thumbing the screen as if I need something I can't find
Starin' at the light so long it gives my eyes tan lines
I walk a fine-ass line between the preacher
And people who don't heed anything that is preached
I stay hydrated with holy water but my chalice leaks
Call it what you want, call it what you will
If you believe in what you're sayin', turn it up a lil louder
There's power in the prowess of the spoken word
Don't concern yourself with how people perceive your chosen words
Should take my own advice once or twice, but I don't for sure
Claims and confessions what I wrote over this overture
Call it what you want, call it what you will
But if you're unsure of what you're sayin', turn it down a lil bit
Almost forgot to write today
Not for lack of things that I'd like to say
It's hard to find the right phrases in a tidal wave
Of words inside my brain; why I lie awake is no wonder
Grow up to discover there's no slumber in a party
And it's possible to party so much you don't want to
A part of your soul they stole from ya
I served my sentence with no commas
Now I'm running on fumes, nothing to lose
A lot of something's to prove
Table for one in the booth, please
I'm not afraid to wait as long as it takes
However many takes it takes the song to get made
I hold so much potential in the palm of my hand
If I don't release it, it's too much to withstand
But there's a difference when it's crumbling sand
That's slipping through my fingers
Do any of y'all understand?
I can't call it
Call it what you want, call it what you will
If you believe in what I'm sayin', turn it up a lil louder
There's power in the prowess of the spoken word
Don't concern yourself with how people perceive your chosen words
Should take my own advice once or twice, but I don't for sure
Claims and confessions what I wrote over this overture
Call it whatever you wanna call it
Just remember talk is cheap unless the talk is honest