CORRECT LYRICS

Lyrics : Conversation With Myself (Live)

Sweet, roll, roll, roll, repetition
Sweet, okay
Sweet, she loves, she loves, she loves to love me
But not always my way

One's gotta bust a nut just to jism
The wild boys running away with the rhythm
(the rhythm, the rhythm, the rhythm, the rhytm
Oh a classic misdemeanor)
One’s gotta bust a nut just to jism
The wild boys running away and I'm trippin
(trippin, trippin, trippin, trippin
Trippin, trippin, trippin, trippin)

Learning all about to control the brother and tried like hard to not blow my cover
(oh, there she blows)
I leaning all about to control my brother and tried like hell, tryin so hard
God damn it's so hard
I’m crazy now, what'cha doing
Just the same, and I think I'm right
Crazy now where are you moving
And your friendship, it pays for your lonely, lonely night

This is a conversation with myself
Said it's a conversation with myself
Oh it's a calming and often alarming
And always a conscious conversation with
With only myself