Correction Lyrics In My Walls by Left at London

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Ain’t a mouthpiece for ya, I know when you call, I don’t respond
You want me to be like you, then I won’t get very far
I need to see my girls again, these weeks are stretching long
I need to see my boys again, eight years we’ve been apart
My mind’s a mansion, only knows how to be haunted from afar
I pray we meet again, we can only say inshallah
And everything I do’s a feast for your eyes, I withdraw
And even when you’re far from me, I feel you in my walls

In the dark, I start to shiver, feel my body full of holes
Are the people 'round you human or just stories you have told?
Your words are paper-thin in my hands, they start to unfold
Know who's really real, who'll stick around when you grow old

Tell me what you want from me
You're so far from me, but you're the blood on my teeth
Always comin' out when I speak
Spirit possessin' me
Haven't really spoken in a while
Silhouetted spirits start to smile
I'll stop being so compet**ive
If you stop being so repet**ive
So if I f**k it up, then
You think we'll still be friends?
You don't have to pretend that you like me
I know you're sick of questions
But how do you think this would end?
Nah, I already know, you're just like me
Ain’t a mouthpiece for ya, I know when you call, I don’t respond
You want me to be like you, then I won’t get very far
I need to see my girls again, these weeks are stretching long
I need to see my boys again, eight years we’ve been apart
My mind’s a mansion, only knows how to be haunted from afar
I pray we meet again, we can only say inshallah
And everything I do’s a feast for your eyes, I withdraw
And even when you’re far from me, I feel you in my walls

No rush
I just gotta know if I still hate you
No judgement at all
So what?
Why should I be the one to reconcile?
Why trust you at all?

Yuh, you never realize how time pa**ed
Remember was just me and rorp, I would ask Rod for raps
Now I've a**embled the team, put a hundred names on the map
You could never take me back, Monsterr Clique on the attack, yeah
Make me nervous, got me stutterin' when I'm talking
Yeah, Kanye reference track, I'm on my thumalumahuh sh*t
Tired of the bullsh*t, that's the old me
But that's what we all wanna see now, don't we?
I feel you in my walls
I feel you in my walls
I feel you in my walls
I feel you in my walls
I feel you in my walls
I feel you in my walls
I feel you in my walls

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