| 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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| (I'm talking fast), 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 about
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| I promise I won’t waste your time
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| Nevermind, I’m lying
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| Hello walls, hello ceiling
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| No one’s 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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| 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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| Everytime I get ahead a wall hits me, fall quick
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| Do y’all history, when it came to my artistry 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, stalled, it be all thrifty
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| I don’t let nobody see my pain behind these walls
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| 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 dough’s a doozy
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| I feel so, helpless and nervous that I will go ill
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| So freaking real though and spill slow
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| Caribou Coffee tryna stop my 'Bou Lou mill
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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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| 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 slightly 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 speaking
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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) |