Talk to You

VERSE 1:

Innocent girl on Instagram flipping the bird.
Perking lips with her curves, showing more skin than her shirt.
And she’s beautiful, but half naked, I wonder why.
But what the hell can I tell her yo? She just passed a hundred likes.
A false percentage of people who appear like they care enough about her.
When in reality they’re just thinking “I’d love to plow her.
In a couple hours I’ll text her. I’m gon’ allow her
to come to our house on the couch and maybe get up her trousers.”
Hell, I liked too but I’m brainwashed by this pic.
I barely know her but something tells me hang on, she’s different.
Maybe she is and she hides behind her lipstick.
Or maybe it’s just mans’ mentality, and I’m just tryna’ get it.
I don’t know. To me she’s screaming help me and I hear her.
I know she’s more than that reflection in that mirror.
And her and I both know they don’t see more than body.
If I’m coming on too strong please stop me but
I’m just tryna’ talk to you.
Open your mind I wanna see what’s on it too.
Lets rendezvous
’cause I’m just tryna’ talk to you.
Girl, I’m just tryna’ talk to you.
I’m just, I’m just…

HOOK:

I’m just tryna’ talk to you.
I know you probably think I’m lying ’cause each time you unwind with a guy both his eyes on your body, ooh.
I ain’t denying your beauty I’m just tryna’ talk to you.
I’m just tryna’ talk to you.
I know you probably think I’m lying ’cause no guy made you feel like you’re divine so your mind kind of thought it too.
I see you’re different girl I’m just tryna’ talk.

VERSE 2:

Girl, why the hell you do that? What you thinking today?
What? You’re missing a feeling or you can’t get one away?
Those pictures where you’re stripping really stripping your innocent name.
You think those Instagram filters will filter your pain?
Hey, maybe it ain’t pain, you just want more attention there for sure.
Even though that attention ain’t commending your character.
It’s commending your outfit. A little girl but with all that.
They’ll hit it first, never call back.

It’s just physical, you don’t want that!
Or maybe you do, maybe I’m out of line
’cause when I’m out online, it appears as though you’re down tonight.
I count the likes and count the comments calling you crazy hot.
Quickly compare ’em to dudes with aim to talk, it ain’t a lot.
Your beauty is vivid enough to cover up.
And your mind is smart enough to understand what’s not love.
And no, I ain’t perfect.
But right now, compared to them, my actions might hold a strange purpose ’cause I’m just tryna’ talk to you.
Open your mind I wanna see what’s on it too.
Lets rendezvous
’cause I’m just tryna’ talk to you.
Girl, I’m just tryna’ talk to you.
I’m just, I’m just…

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