Talk To Me

[Verse 1] I sound secret like a whisper, fake like a denture Disappointing like the hard times of your mentor Rocky roads, little jungle toads Secret like the shit was written in a cloaky code Can’t read it, talk to me like Curtis Loader Rap shit don’t work, become a chauffeur Know the streets, stadiums and tiered seats Pop the truck driver, turn up Bon Iver Disappointing dash spokes, wanted to be a scuba coach, expand like James Polk But instead, after Bon Iver, Papa Roach Sir, don’t forget your coat I was a mentor, yo, talk to me [Hook] Yeah, where you been, honey? Yeah, where you been, baby? [Verse 2] Yeah, work hard or very rich Keep it together like a ten stitch Enjoy yourself like a sexy bitch NBA wives arguing outside A sense of beauty and pride Watching women fight for guys Whatever, people all have their faults Like skimming a couple grand for your company’s bank vault And you were trusted, left the upper brass disgusted Took years for the company to get readjusted Or your wife having a secret family in Gary Her second spouse kind of looks like Neneh Cherry Whatever, cut the lady some slack I’ve been getting bent back Peace to sudden impact Where you been? [Hook] Where you’ve been? [Outro] Baby, bank vault, secret, baby How come you smell like a [?]? Yo where you been? [?] Yo where you been honey? -baby, yeah Yo where you been baby? Yo where you been baby? Yo where you been honey? -baby, yeah