Jez Dior - Tough to talk to lyrics

[Intro: Sample] You're hard to hug, tough to talk to And I never fall asleep When you're in my bed All you give me is a heartbeat I've turned into a statue And it makes me feel depressed Because the only time you open up is when we get undressed [Verse 1: Jez Dior] It's like the only time I hear your voice is when I get you laid down Not by choice, I really wish you had something to say now Quiet girl, but she always screams on my playground Especially when I touch it and she really loves to make sounds Yeah, believe that, some don't but I see that And I'm addicted to it, it's lustful and I just need that With my seat back, I beat that Shots poured and I eat that You're so loud, your heart beat When we're done you just don't speak What the f** is up with that? Like don't you have no feelings? I should shake you to see if the motherf**ers come out spilling I'm willing with you so please don't take my f**ing love for granted I understand that you f**ing love when we f** girl, we're damaged I'll been standing here until the rose is wilt up and my hands hurt I been knowing you, don't act like we're some sort of fan first I'd be broke if I had a dollar for everything you said off to me Like how can I get you in my bed but never to talk to me? [Pre-Hook: Jez Dior] To talk to me, to talk to me, I get you in my bed but don't you talk to me [Hook: Sample & Jez Dior] I've turned into a statue And it makes me feel depressed Cause the only time you open up is when we get undressed It's like the only time I hear your voice is when I get you laid down Not by choice, I really wish you had something to say now Quiet girl, but she always screams on my playground Especially when I touch it and she really loves to make sounds [Verse 2: Wes Period] Savage in bed, take it off Slapping them breasts, speak soft Talk with my fingers like I'm sending out a text [?] Disguises regret [?] [?] These angels crash in my bed Trying to reconnect to the skies they left Make them call my name, call my name Every day she calling me Asking if it's meant to be and I told her it's hard to say Don't talk when she get on top Because I put the cork in it until it go pop Then I'm on tour until the convo stop She on the floor because her heart just drop, damn Cold turkey, bruh, that's how I quit them I still leave them in the freezer until I get hungry and hit them up Feed them pain just to rip them up Stolen hearts, better stick them up I'm a con-artist I con hard until the shame of the game [?] give it up My black book and my Macbook got too many stories Like this one's here a who*e And this one's just too boring No hoe gets my secrets Because, bruh, I can't afford it If Goldie spills my porridge then I leave her rapping chorus Call my name Every day she calling me (yeah) Leave her rapping chorus [Hook: Sample & Jez Dior]