Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Walls, artist - Vel The Wonder.
Date of issue: 31.12.2013
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Walls |
This is something serious misses |
Loveliness near us, interrupting it steers us |
Yet touching it fears us, yet its nothing |
Periods start to question marks that are left |
Cutting in between the line will force your letters |
Blend inject, vein habits into ya main habit |
Truth will unfold a heavy blanket like ya main rabbit |
Shoulder shrug, smoking on ya boldest nug |
Contemplating the escape of pain without |
Any medicinal sort of drug |
You’re bored, so you rock with heavy metal |
Lustrus chemical element in the lightest form essential |
Vital and crucial to any sign of the truth |
Used to be organic vitamins floating inside of you |
Now its death, and its bound together in a small bundle |
New feelings are to be buried by an old shovel, hold nothing |
Anything that forceful, must be offensive |
You’re on the fence of acting apprehensive |
You’re pensive awaiting your own sentence |
You’re the judge, the bailor, the lawyer |
You’re own suspect, defendant? |
do you have any last words to say? |
Yes I’m sorry for being sorry ok |
I said I’m sorry for being sorry ok |
But no matter how many times it’s said |
It doesnt mean shit if you can comprehend whats inside ya head |
Stuck in the walls. |
Stuck in the walls. |
Fucking acting like it ain’t happened is just harassing you |
Fake funkin' until you asking for truth |
So you can be max at ya groove |
Passin' your facts in your rap so smooth |
But your past don’t move, neither can you |
If you ain’t asking for loot |
And fuck a government revenue |
Baby keeping it off of the grip |
Making the side money is fun |
But its not enough when you’re having a kid |
But you ain’t got to worry about that yet |
You’re just a kisser, a teaser, no pleasing |
Cus you got a main squeeze and ya juice is delicious at home |
You just like to wine taste some different tones |
Bulks of grapes, they feed 'em to you like most of your slaves |
Stuck in a phase, your feelin' disgustin' for days |
Bustin' your name is already tiring at such a young age |
It must be a phase, ya lustrous ways |
Hush of the day you fucked up your name |
Bury it in your secret garden, the roses bloom backwards in this yard |
Who knows why they like to live large and then they miss they mark |
Life is easier under wraps, cus the words of the beauty |
Take it away like a map and you lose your direction and truly miss your view |
So your posted in the garden, practice wall, aerosol and talk of your |
involvement |
Spraying the truth instead of your name, jail is more livid inside of your brain |
But you dont mind it all of the time, at least you got the walls to listen |
Layer after layer of paint, the truth shall fossil inside and glisten |