Gotta Lotta Walls Lyrics & Tabs by Atmosphere
Gotta Lotta Walls
guitar chords lyrics
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
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
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
(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
