Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song 4 Walls, artist - Joe Budden. Album song Mood Muzik 3 (The Album), in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 08.10.2015
Record label: Amalgam, Stage One
Song language: English
4 Walls |
| See, me? |
| I’m talkin' bout somethin called… somethin' I like to call «it» |
| Ain’t really got a name fro it |
| Only certain niggas suffer from this shit |
| Talkin' bout niggas that got like, niggas that got like a 6th sense |
| Sometimes you see shit that ain’t there |
| Sometimes you hear shit ain’t no body said nothin' |
| Sometimes you think you somewhere and you really somewhere totally different |
| It’s almost like you hallucinating |
| But you sober, you ain’t high. |
| No drugs and nothin' like that |
| Sometimes you can BE high. |
| Talkin' bout like, some paranoia or some shit |
| Four walls, they surround me. |
| Loneliness has found me |
| I’m waiting for you to return. |
| Open the door, walk right on in |
| Darling let’s start all over again |
| Look. |
| I don’t give a fuck again |
| Thoughts in my head, lookin' like a nigga stuck with them |
| Wishing it abruptly ends. |
| But God woke him up again |
| Everything is seeming so unfair. |
| So unclear |
| Tryin' to reach out no one’s there |
| Four walls tell em go run where no one cares |
| Screamin' this too shall pass |
| ridin' on fumes without gas, bills pilin' up without cash |
| Tryna maintain and outlast |
| Pray for me, keep tellin' niggas patiently wait for me |
| Keep tellin haters wait and see, I’m really tryna fill a vacancy |
| Been a long time it’s taking me. |
| Muhhfuckas keep mistakin' me |
| Mistakenly, cagin' me. |
| Niggas never had no faith in me |
| Just a few pennies from dead |
| I got no identity left, victim of idenity theft |
| Problems never knew, it’s revenue. |
| Keep blamin' em it’s never you |
| Keep tellin' baby girl I’m gonna leave and never do |
| Cause even when a nigga needs space, When you lookin' for a little leeway |
| Somebody puts it on replay, it’s like it gets louder with each day |
| Pray |
| Four walls, they surround me. |
| Loneliness has found me |
| I’m waiting for you to return. |
| Open the door, walk right on in |
| Darling let’s start all over again |
| Look, look. |
| I’m tryna keep it formal now. |
| But the pressure’s on him now |
| I’ll go ahead and warn you now, I’m tryna come across as normal now |
| All my life, I’ve been called insane. |
| Looked at as if I’m strange |
| Can’t tame em. |
| Can’t blame em for lookin' at me as if I can’t change |
| With that said still I’m a rise. |
| Though I keep it still in lies |
| Go ahead reveal your disguise, maybe that’ll kill the surprise |
| Sometimes I feel deprived. |
| Startin' when the guilt arrives |
| I noticed that the hills have eyes. |
| When you on a heels of demise |
| And your man’s on a ledge. |
| Niggas tamperin' with my head |
| Hangin' head in the Phantom. |
| Phantom’s in my head |
| Can’t escape, figured I’d be a candidate |
| I ain’t gotta upper-hand to date. |
| Can’t be fate |
| Must think that I can handle weight. |
| See, I’m thinkin of mansions, lakes |
| I was thinkin' Mandalay. |
| Thinkin' I’d expand my stay |
| That’s just the chance I’ll take |
| Bow to my knees so the crowd appease, put em in the mouth of the beast |
| Crazy they didn’t make him out to be |
| I’m just tryin' to make it out at least. |
| Please |
| See what I’m talkin bout, they ain’t really got terms for shit I’m talkin 'bout |
| I know they just diagnosed me with this shit. |
| Like a, like a early age or shit |
| I don’t mean four walls literally, nothin' like that |
| Four walls, I’m talkin' bout. |
| Ain’t no windows. |
| Ain’t no sunlight. |
| Ain’t even a door |
| No locks, no nothing. |
| Ain’t gettin' outta that shit |
| You just try and get stuck |
| I’m talkin' bout four walls in ya head baby |
| I know a nigga like me |
| I been talkin' about a niggle like me for a long time |
| Fucked up out here |
| Can’t even escape |
| We gon get em (haha) |