If These Walls Could Talk

Rolled out of bed to establishment dead-end
Fill my pockets with dead friends, I could hardly just make ends
If this music ain't therapeutic I probably just pop meds
She told me, put it on her tongue like how the Pez get dispensed (Ugh)
Buzz-buzz, where my cellular at?
She confessed to me her love, I told her "don't tell me that"
Because to me she be an angel, and it's horns on my hat
So if we to be involved no way you leaving intact
No way the blood that I'm leaking gon' leave me none but collapsed
Man these niggas get Covid, the way I feed 'em the bat
Batter up, watch me swing until it's over their heads
You catch a little bit of wind and go report to the feds
Look I ain't with it, keep your snitching to quidditch
I keep myself at a distance to keep you out of my business
How you confused it for dissing and got your mug looking crimson?
You'd think it's crack that I'm cooking the way I stay in the kitchen
I'm cold with it for sure, I know you noticed
I been feeling all alone since I slaughtered my opponents
Same ink in my pen mark the path of a poet
Prodigious honestly, hollowing got me stoic
Dark shadow hanging, how my death loom
Eat, sleep, preach truth all from the same room
And if these walls could talk, they'd say nothing
They know better than to get out of line, quit bluffing
Somebody do something, yeah we just stunting
Niimo and daruma with chops like Paul Bunyan
Sprinkled in my purse, that's the way the cookie crumbling
It's the art of wonder, how I show you different from assumptions
I'm fed up, until I get my bread up
Slave to the game, rap vocations never fed us
It's Vince vs Vince how I'm severing the tether
I'm heavy with my spirit 'til my body light as feathers

I said I'm heavy with my spirit 'til my body light as feathers
Yeah, I'm heavy with my spirit



Credits
Writer(s): Daniel Bailey Butterfield
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