Nico Jordan - Discussion Lyrics

Tell me bout the day that you were poppin
Tell me bout the one that you're in love with
Tell me bout the the things that you don't fuck with
Talking to yourself, like you're running out of options yuh
This is not up for discussion
I don't find myself in public yuh
And it's too damn cold, to find myself living like it ain't nothing yeah
Coming from the trap they call the lil nigga psycho
I was living how I live
I was feeling locked up like my feelings were just living on a tightrope
Feeling different from the kid, who had a molly in his hands
All his demons follow him through the night tho
See the vision that's within
Guess I must've pushed my luck now my demons gotta follow me where i go
But it is what it is ah yeah
Tell me bout your problems
(Tell me bout your problems)
Tell me bout your goals
(Tell me bout your goals)
Can you tell me what you know?
(Tell me what you know)
Can you lead me where to go?
(Yeah)
Tell me bout your problems
(Tell me bout em)
Tell me bout your goals
(Can you tell me?)
Can you tell me what you know
(Can you tell me?)
Can you lead me where to go
(Oh, woah, no, no)
Tell me bout the day that you were poppin
Tell me bout the one that you're in love with
Tell me bout the the things that you don't fuck with
Talking to yourself, like you're running out of options yuh
This is not up for discussion
I don't find myself in public yuh
And it's too damn cold, to find myself living like it ain't nothing yeah
Tell me bout the day that you were poppin
Tell me bout the one that you're in love with
Tell me bout the the things that you don't fuck with
Talking to yourself, like you're running out of options yuh
This is not up for discussion
I don't find myself in public yuh
And it's too damn cold, to find myself living like it ain't nothing yeah

Tell me bout the day that you were poppin
Tell me bout the one that you're in love with
Tell me bout the the things that you don't fuck with
Talking to yourself, like you're running out of options yuh
This is not up for discussion
I don't find myself in public yuh
And it's too damn cold, to find myself living like it ain't nothing yeah
Coming from the trap they call the lil nigga psycho
I was living how I live
I was feeling locked up like my feelings were just living on a tightrope
Feeling different from the kid, who had a molly in his hands
All his demons follow him through the night tho
See the vision that's within
Guess I must've pushed my luck now my demons gotta follow me where i go
But it is what it is ah yeah
Tell me bout your problems
(Tell me bout your problems)
Tell me bout your goals
(Tell me bout your goals)
Can you tell me what you know?
(Tell me what you know)
Can you lead me where to go?
(Yeah)
Tell me bout your problems
(Tell me bout em)
Tell me bout your goals
(Can you tell me?)
Can you tell me what you know
(Can you tell me?)
Can you lead me where to go
(Oh, woah, no, no)
Tell me bout the day that you were poppin
Tell me bout the one that you're in love with
Tell me bout the the things that you don't fuck with
Talking to yourself, like you're running out of options yuh
This is not up for discussion
I don't find myself in public yuh
And it's too damn cold, to find myself living like it ain't nothing yeah
Tell me bout the day that you were poppin
Tell me bout the one that you're in love with
Tell me bout the the things that you don't fuck with
Talking to yourself, like you're running out of options yuh
This is not up for discussion
I don't find myself in public yuh
And it's too damn cold, to find myself living like it ain't nothing yeah