Lyrics:

YUNG CHOPPA: 

I DONT FUCK WITH REAL PEOPLE 
I DONT WANT THE DOLLARS YOU CAN KEEP EM 
IM JUST WAITING FOR THE REAPER 
WHEN THEY WEEPING, ILL BE LEAVING 
THEN IM CREEPING WITH THE HEATHENS 
ILL GO IN WITH NO DEFENSE 
OVER THE FENCE 
I HEAR THEIR CHANTS 
I NEED MEDS 
PUT ME IN A TRANCE 
WITH NO FRIENDS 
NO HOLDING HANDS 
NOTHING 
WANT TO AMOUNT TO SOMETHING 
DONT RUSH IT 
THEY CRUSH ME 
IT HURTS 
AT A CROSSING BUT 
DONT KNOW WHERE TO TURN 
THEY LOOKIN AT ME 
I DONT KNOW 
THEY LOOKIN AT ME 
I DONT WANT EM DOIN THAT 
IT MAKES ME MAD BUT I CANNOT REACT 
BECAUSE THEYLL KEEP TRACK 

[BRIDGE] 

NOTHING 
HOLD MY HAND, COLD I'M DAMN TRYING 
BUT I'M STILL ON SHIT, COME WITH ME 
YOU WANT TO HURT? THEN FUCK WITH ME, I'M 
(x2) 

JOAQUIN: 

I don't fuck with robots, that never feel real joy 
I don't fuck with fake girls, I'm the only real boy 
I would much rather turn the gun loose like Loverboy 
I'm no loverboy, I'm another outcast on his corduroy 
Just like Roy, smashing through the battlefield 
Little boy, nobody truly knows me out of my shield 
Lancelot, I just prance a lot, through every beat 
I stand alone, celebrating each one of my feats 
Playing Street Fighter, maining Vega, 
People don't remember me, unless the party needs Lou Bega 
Mambo number 5, phone number 911 
Took it from Tyler the Creator need it more than anyone 
Any 1 any 0 in my code is fake 
More lively than Blake but not Shelton 
I feel like James like Sheldon, young Cooper 
Limiting to no love and feelings, talk bout Storm Troopers 
Talk about Superman, about Vaxio 
I feel like an Oz tree, body full of vacuoles 
I guess that makes me act more natural 
Though everything out of my mouth is either subjective or factual 
Feel like GTA only objectives or pastimes 
Busy making shit, cannot remember those past times 
When I, didn't care and was still happy 
My voice was starting to sing and my hair was always nappy 
I'm back to the past, watching Back to the Future 
What is sleep? I'm real busy watching Meryl Streep 
No sense of fashion, still rocking my PJs 
Trying to be DJ, donuts on the freeway 
Running shit like Freeway, testing out for Midway 
Smoke wins in my room, and it's only Wednesday

I Dont Talk To Real People

We're real.

Members:
Choppa - Vocalist/Producer/Guitarist
Nero - Vocalist/Producer/Guitarist
Sticky - Producer

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I Dont Talk To Real People

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