I'm talking too much, I'm at the point in life where I don't think that I've got enough
But yet I know I'm sure, I'm very sure that I've had enough
Purgatory, round here shit getting rough
Know it's storming, hope the roof finna cover me up
When the walls cave in, I'm just asking for Sun
No one gets me, I think that's the problem
Spoken word, think that's a loss
I only grew up with like half a father
Hear people screaming, that's still more than us
And if I could go back and do it different
I don't think I'd change a single thing
Wish I grew up in a stable house
But that's what made me what I am today
I'm talking too much, nah I'm talking too much
Oh shit I'm talking too much