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Is anybody listening? |
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It's like I'm yelling, but I'm whispering |
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It's like it doesn't even matter |
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Talking fast |
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But it's idle chatter |
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If you can feel me hear me out |
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I got something to talk 'bout |
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I promise I won't waste your time |
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Nevermind, I'm like |
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[Hook: Krizz Kaliko] |
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Hello walls, hello ceiling |
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No ones home, and I'm feeling |
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All alone |
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Hello bed, hello pillow |
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When I'm high, I still feel low |
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No one knows me like my things |
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But no one answers when I scream |
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Hello walls |
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(And I keep feeling invisible) |
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[Verse 2: Tech N9ne] |
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Laying in this bed I fear |
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Me filling my brain with some leads right near |
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I think if I do this my head I clear |
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Or maybe I should overdose on these meds right here |
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Every time I get ahead a wall hits me, fall quick |
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Do y'all history |
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When it comes to my odd history it was all iffy |
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The laws just be raw, this we call shifty |
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Tall chips to fix me ball stall it be all thrifty |
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I don't let nobody see my pain |
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Behind these walls, bet this blade will help me see my veins |
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Cause these walls are caving in and the ceiling's getting closer to me |
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Everybody is unhappy with me and taking away all my doses of doozy |
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I feel so, helpless and nervous that I will go |
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Ill so, freaking real though and spill slow |
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Caribou coffee tryna stop my bulu nil |
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So my grill show daily, but nightly tears upon my pillow |
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Right now I'm real low |
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So |
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[Hook] |
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[Verse 3: Krizz Kaliko] |
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My life looks like a party that never ends |
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I can't tell what's business and what's friends |
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I think they pretend to like me |
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And then I'm slighty get thrown off my look now |
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Why they phone of the hook, huh? |
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It's getting harder, to make it through the weekend |
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I try to push it farther, they act like I ain't speakin' |
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I walk to the door, there's no one else to walk to |
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I talk to the wall, there's no one else to talk to |
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(And I keep feeling invisible) |
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[Hook] |
