Atmosphere - Gotta Lotta Walls Lyrics
Dialed up his homie Murs on the telephoneGotta talk to somebody who can tell him what the hell is wrongBrain freezing up, he don't know what to doBut the people that know him know that it ain't nothing newCatch five rings, then an answering machineHang up on the beep, stare up towards the ceilingStood up to remember that he slept fully-dressedSo he grabbed his keys and put a hat on his rat's nestStepped up to that big outsideSomebody once said "Today's a good day to die."But he never really was a big fan of their workSo he starts up the walk by kicking sand in the dirtA friend to the strangers, a stranger to friendsHe'll take a coffee and a pack of cigarettes when you have a minuteHandle it. Paid up. The change, you can keep itHe's a sucker for the morning smile and summer cleavageIf you knew him better he'd ask for some timeCuz he's looking for a reservoire to empty his mindAnd there's only so much he can put in a songGotta talk to somebody who can tell him what the hell is wrong[Hook 2X]And this house has gotta lotta wallsBut only very few mean anything to youAnd this house has gotta lotta wallsBut only very few mean anything to youNo shop value to titillateFar from shallow, so get it straightBlacktop, sidewalk,and the streetCuz life is priceless and talk is cheapAnd as he sits (as he sits) in his four-cornered roomFollowing a tune, born to consumeCarefully learning and analyzing the lyrics you useFinally realizing that humility is a bruiseScared love don't make noneIf these walls could speak, they would peep about the fake onesWatching this man, falling off of his plan-Underachievin' just so he can under
