Talk to Me (feat. mostlyeverything)

(You talk to me crazy, that's why you're my favorite)

(You talk to me crazy)

You talk to me crazy, that's why you're my favorite

That's why I'm gon' write you a song

Ooh, yeah

You talk to me crazy, that's why you're my favorite

That's why I'm gon' write you a song

I got like pages and pages and poems about you

And there's more on my phone, yeah

Getting so faded, relaxin' my head

Till I'm thinkin' like, "Nothing is wrong"

Then I wake up the next morning

And Wanda, your name don't pop up on my phone

What would you do?

What would you do if I told you the truth?

I let go when I step into the booth

I don't think anyone do it like you

You're not just anyone

You're doin' you, and I wonder if anyone know what we do

I can't find anyone, knowin' that you

By yourself thinkin', girl, you should come through

I know (What we could do)

Ooh, steppin' in my room

Draw my eyes on the sight of us two

Something 'bout the way that you move

I ain't playin' wit' you, boo

Take vacation time, you could fly away, what it do?

First class, join the mile high club with me

We could **** worldwide, have a Tylenol morning

You'll be poppin' pills, numb the pain

Cop the feels, want the fame

Just know I'ma be here when you want it all done, it like

You talk to me crazy, that's why you're my favorite

That's why I'm gon' write you a song, yeah

I got like pages and pages and poems about you

And there's more on my phone, yeah

Getting so faded, relaxin' my head

Till I'm thinkin' like, "Nothing is wrong"

Then I wake up the next morning

And Wanda, your name don't pop up on my phone

Waitin' in the rain just to make no moves

Water in the sole of my shoes

Owe it all to you

How I make waves with the steps that I take

Face like déjà vu

See, I face my truths

I don't wanna hear one sentence more

Just one more thing that been said before

From the ground on up to the second floor

I'ma meet you there if you ready for it

Got the Henny pourin'

I don't even drink this shit

I don't ever think like this

I don't do things like this

I can't even sing like this

She talk to me crazy, yeah, she talk to me crazy

If I was Jay-Z

Would it be wavy?

Would you still hate me?

I don't do nothing but give out some love

See me in public, it's still all just hugs

You not a bitch, I'm not a thug

Pray to my heavens, just look up above, yeah

You talk to me crazy, that's why you're my favorite

That's why I'm gon' write you a song, yeah

I got like pages and pages and poems about you

And there's more on my phone, yeah

Getting so faded, relaxin' my head

Till I'm thinkin' like, "Nothing is wrong"

Then I wake up the next morning

And Wanda, your name don't pop up on my phone

(Wanda, your name don't pop up on my phone, oh)

(Oh, Wanda, your name don't pop up on my phone)