i don't wanna talk, leave the racks on the curb

Singer:fats'e

couldn't run out

another gunman at the door

i was pushing hard

i was young i wanted more

took all that i had and they left me on the floor

couldn't run out

another gunman at the door

i was pushing hard

i was young i wanted more

took all that i had and they left me on the floor

hundred bands

hundred dabs

it won't work. i said hundred dabs to my head and it hurts

i don't wanna talk

leave the racks on the curb

it's 'bout a month and 20 days until this drops

i've been on my back

hurting ribs while i cough

running 'round la off the yerb in the dark

i don't wanna talk

leave the racks on the curb

it's 'bout a month and 20 days until this drops

couldn't run out

another gunman at the door

i was pushing hard

i was young i wanted more

took all that i had and they left me on the floor

couldn't run out

another gunman at the door

i was pushing hard

i was young i wanted more

took all that i had and they left me on the floor

hundred days i've been popping the stack

wellness shots

taking l with the rest

living good

leave that all in the past

it's bout a month and 20 days until this drops

i've been on my back

hurting ribs while i cough

running 'round la off the yerb in the dark

i don't wanna talk

leave the racks on the curb

it's 'bout a month and 20 days until this drops

it's 'bout a month and 20 days until this drops

Lyric Context: i don't wanna talk, leave the racks on the curb - fats'e