The Last Talk by Kazz The Virgo Lyrics
VERSE 1
I know you walk around
With a look and a shoulder
With bruises
I don't know if they're mine
Or they're older
Or if they're mind games
Running wild like the chauffeur
In broadway traffic
On the rush hour motor
My mind’s motorolling
On all of the emotions
We shared
And compared
In that last conversation
I wonder you if made me
A bad reputation
I wonder if your mother
Gonna call out the reverend
I wonder if your father
Throws hands, cuts and bruises
I wonder if your grandpa
Puts the bullets to any uses
That he stores under the bed
Like illegalised feds
He had some faith but
It’s probably chilling with the dead
I wonder if your trust
Is brushed under the rug
Rubbing out my words
Cos now you don’t give a fuck
Beating at my head
No more time for lust
You left with all your shit
Like an Air BnB
After that last talk
I wanted to control+alt+delete
Every fucking memory
That kept me happy in my sleep
But I wanna step back
Before I lose your phone line
And recede to better days
Like my father’s hairline
PRE HOOK
I wanna call out desole
I wanna hear you say the same
Hit me on my celli
And tell me when you’re ready. (2x)
I know you walk around
With a look and a shoulder
With bruises
I don't know if they're mine
Or they're older
Or if they're mind games
Running wild like the chauffeur
In broadway traffic
On the rush hour motor
My mind’s motorolling
On all of the emotions
We shared
And compared
In that last conversation
I wonder you if made me
A bad reputation
I wonder if your mother
Gonna call out the reverend
I wonder if your father
Throws hands, cuts and bruises
I wonder if your grandpa
Puts the bullets to any uses
That he stores under the bed
Like illegalised feds
He had some faith but
It’s probably chilling with the dead
I wonder if your trust
Is brushed under the rug
Rubbing out my words
Cos now you don’t give a fuck
Beating at my head
No more time for lust
You left with all your shit
Like an Air BnB
After that last talk
I wanted to control+alt+delete
Every fucking memory
That kept me happy in my sleep
But I wanna step back
Before I lose your phone line
And recede to better days
Like my father’s hairline
PRE HOOK
I wanna call out desole
I wanna hear you say the same
Hit me on my celli
And tell me when you’re ready. (2x)