Jay Browne - Find A Topic Lyrics

J-A-Y
Find a topic, Look
It's 4 am in Tampa as I stare in my reflection
Taking in every single inch of imperfection
No YouTube video or social media
Can cure my anxiety or my fear of rejection
And I know I'm the one but I don't really think they do
So I don't ever say a word, I let them make they moves
My shorty been down bad with me broke
And I can still read her my mind before a word was spoke
Bitches always wanna hit her line
Dinner time turn into questions "Are you in her mind?"
"Or is she on yours? Have you been putting on a show through all these stages?"
"Niggas really out here on tour"
I never speak but understand like I'm on all fours
How in the world can I convince you that I'm all yours?
I'm honest, if niggas want problems then I'm all for it
Then I'm all for it, look
I know it's times that you really didn't keep it one hundred
And gave niggas times of day all in times of trouble
You needed answers and you wasn't tryna rush me
I told you I couldn't feel because somebody had touched me and I
I don't even know what to talk about
I, I don't even know what to talk about
Find a topic, past or present and live with it now
True to the game 'til the day I'm lowered into the ground
J-A-Y, look
This game is all about sacrifices
Shit is scripted and directed, I could show you why we acting like this
This game is all about the moves that you make
Time you give to someone else is someone's time that you take
And the beats are the only place where I can speak my mind
But life's riches won't compare to the peace I find in my resting place
I work better when love interests are in separate space
I need a hell-cat for heaven's sake
And niggas get crowned just for dropping decent shit
Your greatest hits tape couldn't fuck with none of my recent shit
How I give more energy to niggas I've been beefing with than girls I'm sleeping with?
Could make a clown nigga think if he exist
More venue spaces, empty places
Fake hoes, Fenty faces enter the matrix
Niggas give they soul to the void and can't replace it
For some 12 year old kid in the comments to say "you made it"
Stanley, 7 and Ari know how I give it up
Eazzyy, ZAY and Ace know how I give it up
I just want the niggas with my last name to live it up
And when it's all said and done, God, lift my spirit up
We all soldiers getting slain by the same pain
Niggas dying and you want to play the blame game
I heard your album, all yo shit sound the same-same
In the studio, I know these niggas probably saying
I don't even know what to talk about
I, I don't even know what to talk about
Find a topic, past or present and live with it now
True to the game 'til the day I'm lowered into the ground

J-A-Y
Find a topic, Look
It's 4 am in Tampa as I stare in my reflection
Taking in every single inch of imperfection
No YouTube video or social media
Can cure my anxiety or my fear of rejection
And I know I'm the one but I don't really think they do
So I don't ever say a word, I let them make they moves
My shorty been down bad with me broke
And I can still read her my mind before a word was spoke
Bitches always wanna hit her line
Dinner time turn into questions "Are you in her mind?"
"Or is she on yours? Have you been putting on a show through all these stages?"
"Niggas really out here on tour"
I never speak but understand like I'm on all fours
How in the world can I convince you that I'm all yours?
I'm honest, if niggas want problems then I'm all for it
Then I'm all for it, look
I know it's times that you really didn't keep it one hundred
And gave niggas times of day all in times of trouble
You needed answers and you wasn't tryna rush me
I told you I couldn't feel because somebody had touched me and I
I don't even know what to talk about
I, I don't even know what to talk about
Find a topic, past or present and live with it now
True to the game 'til the day I'm lowered into the ground
J-A-Y, look
This game is all about sacrifices
Shit is scripted and directed, I could show you why we acting like this
This game is all about the moves that you make
Time you give to someone else is someone's time that you take
And the beats are the only place where I can speak my mind
But life's riches won't compare to the peace I find in my resting place
I work better when love interests are in separate space
I need a hell-cat for heaven's sake
And niggas get crowned just for dropping decent shit
Your greatest hits tape couldn't fuck with none of my recent shit
How I give more energy to niggas I've been beefing with than girls I'm sleeping with?
Could make a clown nigga think if he exist
More venue spaces, empty places
Fake hoes, Fenty faces enter the matrix
Niggas give they soul to the void and can't replace it
For some 12 year old kid in the comments to say "you made it"
Stanley, 7 and Ari know how I give it up
Eazzyy, ZAY and Ace know how I give it up
I just want the niggas with my last name to live it up
And when it's all said and done, God, lift my spirit up
We all soldiers getting slain by the same pain
Niggas dying and you want to play the blame game
I heard your album, all yo shit sound the same-same
In the studio, I know these niggas probably saying
I don't even know what to talk about
I, I don't even know what to talk about
Find a topic, past or present and live with it now
True to the game 'til the day I'm lowered into the ground