I feel like I'm talking to a wall
Yeah, yeah
Uh
(Favorite)
Wall again (Favorite memory?)
I feel like I'm talking to a (Yeah)
I live in the fields, she live in the stands
Don't she get the picture? This not Instagram
I just made a bomb and blew my fucking hands
I hate drugs like fuck a script and fuck these fucking xans
I could prolly find out who she truly is
She won't talk to me until the 30's hit
I could prolly find out who I truly am
I cannot dig deeper, I don't need her friends
I feel like I'm talking to a wall again
I just threw my phone so she won't call again
Burning up in Austin with my scorching skin
I'm outside, I'm with the horses where they fucking ran
I feel like I'm talking to a fucking wall
I feel like I'm talking to a fucking wall
I feel like she's ruined off these fucking drugs
I can't see besides the 4L on my arm
I feel like I'm talking a brick wall, blank stare
This bitch will not talk at all, fight fair
Prying at her for response, I can see the light glaring
I been through the hundred yards, I been through the whole merit (Yeah)
I could prolly find out who she truly is (I could prolly)
It's not hard, I barely scratched the surface of this shit (Full thing)
Fuck these drugs, I'm done with her abusing pills
If she back, I know that I will not see her again
I f-, I f-, I feel like I'm talking to a wall again (I feel, I-, I)
I just threw my phone so she won't call again (Call a)
Burning up in Austin with my scorching skin
I'm outside, I'm with the horses where they fucking ran
I feel like I'm talking to a fucking wall
I feel like I'm talking to a fucking wall
I feel like she's ruined off these fucking drugs
I can't see besides the 4L on my arm
I feel-I feel like I'm talking to a fucking wall
I feel like I'm talking to a fucking wall
I feel-I feel like I'm talking to a fucking wall
I feel like I'm talking to a fucking
(War crimes, might drop napalm on the 'jects)
(War crimes, might drop napalm on the 'jects)
(Cr-crimes, might drop napalm on the 'jects)
(War crimes, might drop napalm on the 'jects)
Boston for a week where they crash and they fall
Can't respond to texts, you dropped the ball and it's actually hard
I'm in a vulnerable space, that's where my heart can be tossed
I am all over the place, I got an ecstasy heart
You got an ecstasy heart, you so addicted to drugs
I'm in a different ballpark
I dealt with addiction in my family, it's ac- hard
Watching someone that you love turn to a zombie off half of a bar
I really say just what I mean in like half of a bar
I don't need to speak cause when it's said, they gon clap in applause
My brain is floating thru the space until gravity falls
See the Dipper, when I dip it'll actually cross
Your mind hopefully, cause I don't even text anymore
I feel like I'm talking to a fucking wall
I feel like I'm talking to a fuck
Fucking wall, I'm talking to a fucking
Uh
(Favorite)
Wall again (Favorite memory?)
I feel like I'm talking to a (Yeah)
I live in the fields, she live in the stands
Don't she get the picture? This not Instagram
I just made a bomb and blew my fucking hands
I hate drugs like fuck a script and fuck these fucking xans
I could prolly find out who she truly is
She won't talk to me until the 30's hit
I could prolly find out who I truly am
I cannot dig deeper, I don't need her friends
I feel like I'm talking to a wall again
I just threw my phone so she won't call again
Burning up in Austin with my scorching skin
I'm outside, I'm with the horses where they fucking ran
I feel like I'm talking to a fucking wall
I feel like I'm talking to a fucking wall
I feel like she's ruined off these fucking drugs
I can't see besides the 4L on my arm
I feel like I'm talking a brick wall, blank stare
This bitch will not talk at all, fight fair
Prying at her for response, I can see the light glaring
I been through the hundred yards, I been through the whole merit (Yeah)
I could prolly find out who she truly is (I could prolly)
It's not hard, I barely scratched the surface of this shit (Full thing)
Fuck these drugs, I'm done with her abusing pills
If she back, I know that I will not see her again
I f-, I f-, I feel like I'm talking to a wall again (I feel, I-, I)
I just threw my phone so she won't call again (Call a)
Burning up in Austin with my scorching skin
I'm outside, I'm with the horses where they fucking ran
I feel like I'm talking to a fucking wall
I feel like I'm talking to a fucking wall
I feel like she's ruined off these fucking drugs
I can't see besides the 4L on my arm
I feel-I feel like I'm talking to a fucking wall
I feel like I'm talking to a fucking wall
I feel-I feel like I'm talking to a fucking wall
I feel like I'm talking to a fucking
(War crimes, might drop napalm on the 'jects)
(War crimes, might drop napalm on the 'jects)
(Cr-crimes, might drop napalm on the 'jects)
(War crimes, might drop napalm on the 'jects)
Boston for a week where they crash and they fall
Can't respond to texts, you dropped the ball and it's actually hard
I'm in a vulnerable space, that's where my heart can be tossed
I am all over the place, I got an ecstasy heart
You got an ecstasy heart, you so addicted to drugs
I'm in a different ballpark
I dealt with addiction in my family, it's ac- hard
Watching someone that you love turn to a zombie off half of a bar
I really say just what I mean in like half of a bar
I don't need to speak cause when it's said, they gon clap in applause
My brain is floating thru the space until gravity falls
See the Dipper, when I dip it'll actually cross
Your mind hopefully, cause I don't even text anymore
I feel like I'm talking to a fucking wall
I feel like I'm talking to a fuck
Fucking wall, I'm talking to a fucking
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