Despair - Chit Chat

Say you were my gang, what you call that?
Don't wanna help, til its all black
Diamonds iced out, I know you saw that
Hahahahahaha, you going out bad
Got a problem man?
We'll solve that
Money in my truey jeans, pockets all fat
You think you all that
Talking all that fucking talk, yeah that chit chat.

New day, same pain, and it still hurts the same
Nothing to gain
It's all lost, it's all out of frame
I lose it all, and get it back
That's the name of the game
I can't see the hate, I got on Dior shades
No one really cares about you at the end of the day
Doesn't matter what they say, to keep you at bay
Constantly feels like there's no other way
Feel's like I'm going insane, going insane

Say you were my gang, what you call that?
Don't wanna help, til its all black
Diamonds iced out, I know you saw that
Hahahahahaha, you going out bad
Got a problem man?
We'll solve that
Money in my truey jeans, pockets all fat
You think you all that
Talking all that fucking talk, yeah that chit chat

Say you were my gang, what you call that?
Don't wanna help, til its all black
Diamonds iced out, I know you saw that
Hahahahahaha, you going out bad

Written by:
Thornton Putnam

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Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid

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