Verse 1-
Hey I'm back again with problems set
Heavy stress hanging on my chest like whats on necks
You're the only one who really listens and accepts
Me for me but I don't feel like me am I depressed?
You never answer me back but you always know what's best
Life or d**h go hard up in the paint fist in the decks
Always taking in my hits it's like you never rest
Ain't complain about a thang yeah I know that I'm a mess
Gotta couple things to vent about and blow behind
Memories come back like friends that hated now we fine
Making me re-think my life over a second time
A story that I release out my prison where my thoughts reside to go and hide
Chorus 1- x2
Talking to my walls all day and all night
Hoping what you say will make me feel alright
Talking to my walls all day and all night
Emotions dripping from your paint to paint my life
Talking to my walls
Verse 2-
Haven't put a tape out in a year
Fear floods my valley of disguise running with my tears
Telling myself i need a good project for my peers
The last one had no flow, yeah, bad quality to ears
I can't have another failure stained upon my palms
Got 2 tapes written one's the bomb like Saddam
A talent show, my chance to advertise the lead song
My friend's gonna try out do your thing and stay strong
He chilled at my crib recording his tracks in advance
Sitting there shocked like a stun gun in a trans
Damn, He might surpa** me, gotta k** it , it's my chance
Relapse as my synapses kick back inspiration I revamp
After his track was completed I stayed up perfecting my own
I had to make it perfect had to be in my zone
We both had it in the bag like k**ers stretching out chrome
What happened next i never knew he felt in his dome
My friend did his act on Tuesday
So ecstatic for him, can't wait for his sh** to play
He was ripping up the mic with such a pa**ion layed
He buried the instrumental in a cement grave
At the end everybody clapped and gave a round of applause
Astounded most of all, yeah that he found his true call
Tweets about him surfacing, yeah, so proud of my dawg
Yeah You got that recognition, got pulled out of the fog
That day after school finished up my project
My best work yet, since the R.A.M. s**ed a long dick
So content with myself walked to lunch and brought it
I got chairs flipped and an encore and a bunch of my pics
He didn't get sh**, why you sleeping on em? Got pissed
Told me to f** off jealousy invaded his stitch
I told him I believe in him keep doing what you doing
Because by the time we graduate we gonna make it
Don't give up on your dream, It'll haunt you if you do
Be yourself, originality won't stop you in your shoes
It reflects you, use the hate concoct a rhyme to prove
Your dreams a reality you know it's coming true
You say that possibly you ain't cut out for this
That you're just my shadow no one cares about your drowning quick
But a shadow always catches up when it's empowered, which
By the way, did you get that wall, what'd you get out of it?
Chorus 2-
Talking to my walls all day all night
Hoping what you say will make me feel alright
Talking to my walls all day all night
Emotions dripping from your paint to paint my life
Talking to my walls