Walls Could Talk

Been about three days and I'm comin' back

I'm about four minutes from a heart attack

And I think you make me a maniac

But you don't know, oh

Two years and we in between

But we both been here since we seventeen

Here we go, fist fight in a limousine

But they don't know

And we both hope there's something

But we bo-both keep fronting

And it's a closed discussion

And I'm thinking: Damn, if these walls could talk

(Oh, oh, oh) well, they'd be like

(Oh, oh, oh) shit is crazy, right?

(Oh, oh, oh) I ain't your baby no more

Been about two weeks since you went away

I'm about halfway through a Cabernet

There I go, I'm wastin' a Saturday

Sittin' at home

Told my new roommate not to let you in

But you're so damn good with a bobby pin

Now you gon' play me like a violin

Hittin' these notes

And we both hope there's something

But we bo-both keep fronting

And it's a closed discussion

And I'm thinking: Damn, if these walls could talk

(Oh, oh, oh) well, they'd be like

(Oh, oh, oh) shit is crazy, right?

(Oh, oh, oh) I ain't your baby no more

(Oh, oh, oh) hey

(Oh, oh, oh) no more

(Oh, oh, oh) I ain't your baby no more