Tough To Talk To

(álbum: Scarle†† Sage - 2013)

You're hard to hug, tough to talk to
And I never fall asleep
When you're in my bed
All you give me is a heartbeat
I've turned into a statue
And it makes me feel depressed
Because the only time you open up is when we get undressed

[Jez Dior:]
It's like the only time I hear your voice is when I get you laid down
Not by choice, I really wish you had something to say now
Quiet girl, but she always screams on my playground
Especially when I touch it and she really loves to make sounds
Yeah, believe that, some don't but I see that
And I'm addicted to it, it's lustful and I just need that
With my seat back, I beat that
Shots poured and I eat that
You're so loud, your heart beat
When we're done you just don't speak
What the fuck is up with that? Like don't you have no feelings?
I should shake you to see if the motherfuckers come out spilling
I'm willing with you so please don't take my fucking love for granted
I understand that you fucking love when we fuck girl, we're damaged
I'll been standing here until the rose is wilt up and my hands hurt
I been knowing you, don't act like we're some sort of fan first
I'd be broke if I had a dollar for everything you said off to me
Like how can I get you in my bed but never to talk to me?

To talk to me, to talk to me
I get you in my bed but don't you talk to me

[Jez Dior:]
I've turned into a statue
And it makes me feel depressed
Cause the only time you open up is when we get undressed
It's like the only time I hear your voice is when I get you laid down
Not by choice, I really wish you had something to say now
Quiet girl, but she always screams on my playground
Especially when I touch it and she really loves to make sounds

[Wes Period:]
Savage in bed, take it off
Slapping them breasts, speak soft
Talk with my fingers like I'm sending out a text
It's Wes, disguises regret
Disguises sex
[?]
These angels crash in my bed
Trying to reconnect to the skies they left
Make them call my name, call my name
Every day she calling me
Asking if it's meant to be and I told her it's hard to say
Don't talk when she get on top
Because I put the cork in it until it go pop
Then I'm on tour until the convo stop
She on the floor because her heart just drop, damn
Cold turkey, bruh, that's how I quit them
I still leave them in the freezer until I get hungry and hit them up
Feed them pain just to rip them up
Stolen hearts, better stick them up
I'm a con-artist
I con hard until the shame of the game [?] give it up
My black book and my Macbook got too many stories
Like this one's here a whore
And this one's just too boring
No hoe gets my secrets
Because, bruh, I can't afford it
If Goldie spills my porridge then I leave her rapping chorus
Call my name
Every day she calling me (yeah)
Leave her rapping chorus

[Jez Dior:]
I've turned into a statue
And it makes me feel depressed
Cause the only time you open up is when we get undressed
It's like the only time I hear your voice is when I get you laid down
Not by choice, I really wish you had something to say now
Quiet girl, but she always screams on my playground
Especially when I touch it and she really loves to make sounds