In These Walls (mgk remix)
Damn nothing's even changed yet
Kors purse fake chain still matching with the promise ring
That I left you
In hopes it reminds you of all good times
And every night I watched you lie
Telling alibis
Like I didn't just see you texting every other guy
That's fucked up
Oh well gotta suck it up
I'm man enough
Right?
Ain't that what you always say
I can't even fathom its been thirteen days
And I haven't seen my sons face
October twenty sixth I won't ever get it back
Never even got a call you can't even text back
Gonna relapse needa relax
Hiding feelings with a face mask
Don't mistake that
Can't recover from my late friends where's god at?
Everything I was and what I wanna be
Every little move controlled by society
Anxiety is killing my sobriety
I always finish last
Try to run never fast I'm lacking on priorities
Been tryna get my head straight for so many years
Then you come along and fuck it up and giving me fear
I'm fearing for the worst just like every father
That my kid will never love me just like 'em and his daughter
Every church every bible cannot save me from my sins
And if there really is a god I wanna tell you this
Why do you let criminals walk freely in the street
Then allow the police to take a man for some weed
Why can't I live another life where I can have my son
A world without hate and a little more love
This my final message that I'm writing to god
I'm a stick to writing lyrics this the only thing I got
Kors purse fake chain still matching with the promise ring
That I left you
In hopes it reminds you of all good times
And every night I watched you lie
Telling alibis
Like I didn't just see you texting every other guy
That's fucked up
Oh well gotta suck it up
I'm man enough
Right?
Ain't that what you always say
I can't even fathom its been thirteen days
And I haven't seen my sons face
October twenty sixth I won't ever get it back
Never even got a call you can't even text back
Gonna relapse needa relax
Hiding feelings with a face mask
Don't mistake that
Can't recover from my late friends where's god at?
Everything I was and what I wanna be
Every little move controlled by society
Anxiety is killing my sobriety
I always finish last
Try to run never fast I'm lacking on priorities
Been tryna get my head straight for so many years
Then you come along and fuck it up and giving me fear
I'm fearing for the worst just like every father
That my kid will never love me just like 'em and his daughter
Every church every bible cannot save me from my sins
And if there really is a god I wanna tell you this
Why do you let criminals walk freely in the street
Then allow the police to take a man for some weed
Why can't I live another life where I can have my son
A world without hate and a little more love
This my final message that I'm writing to god
I'm a stick to writing lyrics this the only thing I got
Credits
Writer(s): Travis L Barker, Lyndsey Gerd Gunnulfsen, Blake Harnage, Colson Baker, Stephen Basil, Norton Tim
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