Текст песни An Awful Lot - Infinite Solus

If only these walls could talk
I bet they'd tell you an awful lot
Stories and visions I'm off aloft
Forty six minutes till dawn, but nah
Ignoring my limits, can hardly stop
I'm forming a gift as I harbor thoughts
So for we begin I'll give all them walls
A toke or a hit cuz the bong I got

If only these walls could talk
I bet they'd tell you an awful lot
Stories and visions I'm off aloft
Forty six minutes till dawn, but nah
Ignoring my limits, can hardly stop
I'm forming a gift as I harbor thoughts
So for we begin I'll give all them walls
A toke or a hit cuz the bong I got

All these problems that I manage
I get High until they vanish
I think I'm on planet namek
Nigga, leave me Lone, God dammit

All these problems that I manage
I get High until they vanish
I think I'm on planet namek
Nigga, leave me Lone
Yall think that you doing damage
Someone proves you wrong you panic
I'm beyond all understandin
Pussy niggas not a savage
Talkin bout you causin havoc
Yall just talk bout automatics
Lost inside a bottle, addict
Pop em all, take all you can get
All these problems that I manage
I get High until they vanish
I think I'm on planet namek
Nigga, leave me Lone

If only these walls could talk
I bet they'd tell you an awful lot
Stories and visions I'm off aloft
Forty six minutes till dawn, but nah
Nah

The psych yeah ward, got the finest whores, I piped before
They like the gore on the mic, for sure!
Lil nigga break her spinal cord
Bitch wtf is you whinin for?
Trip off the shroom
Wit my clique in my room
Soon a nigga gon lose my damn mind just to find it worn

Worn out
Like it's torn down
Every poor sound
I can form now
Pull a sword out
Can't afford doubt
I need more clout
For I storm out
Cuz I've lost hope
But that's thoughts broke
Cuz I'm not toast
Yall a pair of scissors, we be rocks, boulders
You an opp hoe and my bops go
Like a talk show, how they watch bro
When I walk slow, In my spot, hoe

They talkin shit, nigga go get yo numbers up
You ain't equipped to get hit so you duck the punch
I'm fuckin quick so yo fist never touchin nun
She root for him hit a bitch wit an uppercut
I fuckin swish, from distance you fuckin dumb
She think I miss, put my dick in another slut
They talkin shit, nigga go get yo numbers up
They talkin shit, nigga go get yo numbers uh

They talkin shit, nigga go get yo numbers up
You ain't equipped to get hit so you duck the punch
I'm fuckin quick so yo fist never touchin nun
She root for him hit a bitch wit an uppercut

If only these walls could talk
I bet they'd tell you an awful lot
Stories and visions I'm off aloft
Forty six minutes till dawn, but nah
Nah
If only these walls could talk
I bet they'd tell you an awful lot
I bet they'd tell you an awful lot
I bet they'd tell you an awful lot huh?