| Insidious is blind inception
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| What’s reality with all these questions?
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| Feels like I missed my alarm and slept in (slept in)
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| Broken legs but I chase perfection
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| These walls are my blank expression
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| My mind is a home I’m trapped in
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| And it’s lonely inside this mansion
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| Yo my mind is a house with walls covered in lyrics
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| They’re all over the place, there’s songs in the mirrors
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| Written all over the floors, all over the chairs
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| And you get the uncut version of life when I go downstairs
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| That’s where I write when I’m in a bad place and need to release
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| And let out the version of NF you don’t want to see
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| I put holes in the walls with both of my fists 'til they bleed
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| You might get a glimpse of how I cope with all this anger in me
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| Physically abused, now that’s the room that I don’t want to be in
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| That picture ain’t blurry at all, I just don’t want to see it
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| And these walls ain’t blank, I just think I don’t want to see 'em
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| But why not? |
| I’m in here, so I might as well read 'em
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| I gotta thank you for this anger that I carry around
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| Wish I could take a match and burn this whole room to the ground
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| Matter of fact I think I’m a burn this room right now
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| So now this memory for some reason just won’t come down
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| You used to put me in the corner, so you could see the fear in my eyes
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| Then took me downstairs and beat me 'til I screamed and I cried
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| Congratulations, you’ll always have a room in my mind
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| But I’mma keep the door shut and lock the lyrics inside
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| Insidious is blind inception
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| What’s reality with all these questions?
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| Feels like I missed my alarm and slept in (slept in)
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| Broken legs but I chase perfection
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| These walls are my blank expression
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| My mind is a home I’m trapped in
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| And it’s lonely inside this mansion (inside this mansion)
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| Yo my mind is a house with walls covered in pain
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| See my problem is I don’t fix things
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| I just try to repaint, cover em up, like it never happened
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| Say I wish I could change. |
| Are you confused?
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| Come upstairs and I’ll show you what I mean
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| This room’s full of regrets, just keeps getting fuller it seems
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| The moment I walk in to it is the same moment that I wanna leave
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| I get sick to my stomach every time I look at these things
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| But it’s hard to look past when this is the room where I sleep
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| I look around. |
| One of the worst things I wrote on these walls
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| Was the moment I realized that I was losing my mom
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| And one of the first things I wrote was «I wish I would’ve called»
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| But I should just stop now, we ain’t got enough room in this song
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| And I regret the fact that I struggled trying to find who I am
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| And I lie to myself and say I do the best that I can
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| Shrug it off like it ain’t nothing like it’s out of my hands
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| Then get ticked off whenever I see it affecting my plans
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| And I regret watching these trust issues eat me alive
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| And at the rate I’m going they’ll probably still be there when I die
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| Congratulations, you’ll always have a room in my mind
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| The question is: Will I ever clean the walls off in time?
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| Insidious is blind inception
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| What’s reality with all these questions?
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| Feels like I missed my alarm and slept in (slept in)
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| Broken legs but I chase perfection
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| These walls are my blank expression
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| My mind is a home I’m trapped in
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| And it’s lonely inside this mansion (inside this mansion)
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| So this part of my house, no one’s been in it for years
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| I built the safe room and I don’t let no one in there
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| 'Cause if I do, there’s a chance
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| That they might disappear and not come back
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| And I admit I am emotionally scared to let anyone inside
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| So I just leave my doors locked
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| You might get other doors to open up but this doors not
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| 'Cause I don’t want you to have the opportunity to hurt me
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| And I’ll be the only person that I can blame when you desert me
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| I’m barricaded inside
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| So stop watching
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| I’m not coming to the door
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| So stop knocking, stop knocking
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| I’m trapped here
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| God keep saying I’m not locked in
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| I chose this
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| I am lost in my own conscience
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| I know that shutting the world out ain’t solving the problem
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| But I didn’t build this house because I thought it would solve 'em
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| I built it because I thought that it would be safer in there
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| But it’s not, I’m not the only thing that’s living in here
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| Fear came to my house years ago I let 'em in
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| Maybe that’s the problem
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| 'Cause I’ve been dealing with this ever since
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| I thought that he would leave, but it’s obvious he never did
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| He must have picked the room and got comfortable and settled in
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| Now I’m in the position it’s either sit here and let him win
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| Or put him back outside where he came from, but I never can
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| 'Cause in order to do that I’d have to open the doors
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| Is that me or the fear talking?
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| I don’t know anymore
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| It’s lonely
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| Oh yeah it’s lonely
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| Inside this mansion |