Gotta Lotta Walls Lyrics - Seven's Travels - Atmosphere

Dialed up his homie murs 

On the telephone 

Gotta talk to somebody who can tell him what the hell is wrong 

Brain freezing up, he don't know what to do 

But the people that know him know that it ain't nothing new 

Catch five rings, then the answering machine 

Hang up on the bing stare up toward the ceiling 

Stood up to remember that he slept fully dressed 

So he grab his keys and put a hat on his rats nest 

Stepped up to that big outside 

Somebody once said today's a good day to die 

But he never really was a big fan of their work 

So he starts up the walk by kicking sand in the dirt 

A friend to the stranger a stranger to friends 

He'll take a coffee and a pack of cigarettes when you have a minute 

Handle it pay dough the change you keep it 

He's a sucker for the morning smile and summer cleavage 

If you knew him better he'd ask for some time 

Cause he's looking for a reservoir to empty his mind 

And there's only so much he can put in a song 

gotta talk to somebody who can tell him what the hell is wrong 

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And this house has got a lotta walls 

But only very few mean anything to you 

And this house has got a lotta walls 

But only very few mean anything to you 

And this house has got a lotta walls 

But only very few mean anything to you 

And this house has got a lotta walls 

But only very few mean anything to you 

No shock value to titillate 

Far from shallow, so demonstrate 

Blacktop, sidewalk, in the street 

Cause life is priceless 

And talk is cheap 

And as he sits (as he sits) in his 4 cornered room 

Following a tune, born to consume 

Carefully learning and analyzing the lyrics you use 

Finally realizing that humility is a bruise 

Scared love, don't make none 

If these walls could speak 

They would peep about the fake ones 

Watching this man falling off of this plan 

Underachieving just so he can understand 

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(Backwards) What's up baby, how you doin? 

I hate the sound of my own voice 

and I've been invited here to distract myself 

from the fact that I wrote all of this garbage! 

And this house has got a lotta walls 

But only very few mean anything to you 

And this house has got a lotta walls 

But only very few mean anything to you 

And this house has got a lotta walls 

But only very few mean anything to you 

And this house has got a lotta walls 

But only very few mean anything to you 

So who did your tattoos? That's nice 

And who built your taboos? That's life 

If he had a glass pipe he would smash it 

And use it to slash his wrists 

Someone already beat him to it 

He would finger paint you a picture with his blood 

A self portrait, dramatic and morbid 

But the odds of you finding any appreciation are too slim 

Keeps his outlook grim 

Tap his foot to the rhythm of original sin 

Throw his balls to the wind 

Trying to knock down these pins 

He'll keep swinging from the hair above his chin 

Till he finds his soul in the 50 cent bin 

The price of the payphone escalates 

Fake smile when he takes home one of his dates 

He could write another hate poem for you to break 

Or maybe stay calm and wait for that big earthquake 

Still surrounded by the fire and the water 

Still trying to honor this empires daughter 

Still answering questions your afraid to ask 

Still believing gods gonna save his ass 

And this house has got a lotta walls 

But only very few mean anything to you 

And this house has got a lotta walls 

But only very few mean anything to you 

And this house has got a lotta walls 

But only very few mean anything to you 

And this house has got a lotta walls 

But only very few mean anything to you 

And If you knew him better he'd ask for some time 

Cause he's looking for a reservoir to empty his mind 

And there's only so much he can put in a song 

He's gotta talk to somebody who can tell him what the hell is wrong 

So, anyway, the girl was like, yo you motherfucker 

you gotta lotta walls 

You know, You don't show people shit 

You don't mistake that, you don't mistake that 

I just don't like motherfuckers 

Haven't met too many motherfuckers I like 

You one of them 

I hope that's enough