Lyrics:
Little Talks Trumpet

walk a little too fast and I drive a little too fast And I'm reckless it's true, but what else can you do At the end of a love affair? So I talk a little

Grover mixin a little, mo' shit You say OH SHIT You can't get a slice of my pizza? No shit Get off my stage, you ain't on my show, shit Trumpets, you

in the trumpet A little bit of Monica in my life, a little bit of Erica by my side A little bit of Rita is all I need, a little bit of Tina is what I

walk a little too fast And I drive a little too fast And I'm reckless it's true But what else can you do At the end of a love affair? So I talk a little

'all know where my head is Ghetto scriptures for my little brothers and sisters And still get vicious for the thugs and the Misses What I don't do is talk

and my man Van Gogh is amazin Canibus is not some average rap patron, have patience I went through changes, not being with the majors and all 'Til my man Louie Lombard gave me a call and talked

) Mike keneally (rhythm guitar, synthesizer, vocals) Bobby martin (keyboards, vocals) Ed mann (vibes, marimba, electronic percussion) Walt fowler (trumpet

perfume, can't wash my hands no more and I'm breaking my curfew, but I can't walk I'm standing at the door, I hear the wailing of a little kid ...and

a little too fast and I drive a little too fast And I'm reckless it's true, but what else can you do At the end of a love affair? So I talk a little