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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Nafets
Nafets
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Stefan Bindley-Taylor
Stefan Bindley-Taylor
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Stefan Bindley-Taylor
Stefan Bindley-Taylor
Producer

Lyrics

Whoa, baby! Think the walls are controlling me Counting bodies on the floor, come and float with me Somebody keep a pull on me Got these magnets in the wall and the souls of me Singing I remember pictures more than faces I don't take notes, I burn the pages Keep my eyes open, keep my mouth shut Only time I change is when I feel fucked I feel fine, I see pictures in my mind Paint the canvas, then I take it, and I shove it up behind Thorn in my side, I get it out Some want a pool and a penthouse I just want my ancestors to get down I just don't want them to feel let down Pressure, pressure, builds Pressure builds, pressure kills Precious gems that I'm wearing People die for in my motherland, so tell me Do you love your neighbor? I think I do! It's hard to say, 'cause I don't know them And do you think they love you back? Probably not! Oh okay, so do you trust them or not? Hell no! La-la-la-la-la-la Whoa, baby! Think the walls are controlling me Counting bodies on the floor, come and float with me Somebody keep a pull on me Got these magnets in the wall and the souls of me Singing (Aah, aah-ah-ah-ah) I think it's funny that you fucked up Lying next to photos of your family like (Aah, aah-ah-ah-ah) I think I need to cool off Ice down, block it out, out, out The main reason I Don't really wanna die Is because my momma worked so hard to get me where I am now And I don't wanna let her down So, I fixate on my crown and try to do my best But at the same time, best ain't good enough always I just got a check and I spent it on myself Tell me momma, tell me daddy Do that mean I go to hell? 'Cause the walls keep talking And the corners start to grow Feel 'em growling in my ear saying all they wanna know is Do you love your neighbor? I think I do! It's hard to say 'cause I don't know them And do you think they love you back? Probably not! Oh okay, so do you trust them or not? Hell no! La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la Whoa, baby! Think the walls are controlling me Counting bodies on the floor, come and float with me Somebody keep a pull on me Got these magnets in the wall and the souls of me Singing (Aah, aah-ah-ah-ah) I think it's funny that you fucked up Lying next to photos of your family like (Aah, aah-ah-ah-ah) I think I need to cool off Ice down, block it out, out, out, out
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