[Intro]

There’s two sides to every story

Eight sides to every person

Eight walls

Insecurities that keep us boxed in

Sometimes we feel like we can’t escape

We’re trapped

These are my eight sides

[Verse 1]

I'm locked inside the octagon

About to go out like a mastodon

When my ass is gone I'm still common in the lexicon

Never clasped the bong, but with every song

The pressure's on to invest in wrongs till my chest is gone

Destined for the upper echelon, but resisted by the Epsilon

Pressing on my temple like Professor X

Fighting the Magneto of this depression test

Index is flipping with the middle to form a pistol

If only this fixture of fidgeting fingers could hold a missile

Wishful that my fistful doesn't give into the fiscal

But I'm clean as a whistle like a bottle of Paul Mitchell

They say, "You got some gall in you"

'Cause the route I'm moving to is not simple

They try to get all caught up in the pictures paparazzi popping on the carpet

The shots are probably putting all the profit in their pocket

The problem is its private

I'm nauseous 'cause of nonsense

I'm nothing and a novice, so why am I even talking?

Never had a Grampy and I lost my Papa

Babci lives in Boston and it's only for a minute when I'm calling

Distance the culprit

Cut off from my father and my momma

'Cause I traded my presence in for the rent on my apartment

Now the only time we talk is when I bum a dollar off them

[Verse 2]

The thought of it is awful and it's got me knocking down my columns

I don't believe in Karma, I think I might just start to

The squad is getting ripped apart, the cause of it is college

Homies to go get some knowledge, come back looking tarnished

Saying that I changed because of bars

But I jot them, you just pop them

Got some confidence, now your thoughts are dense

Because the broad you called a wench offers you attempts

We used to hop in tents, now your contents are contempt

As long as you're content, so am I, I do contend

I'll still sit and wonder when it was I lost my friend

Just like I lost the one that lied to me and blinded me in my bed

Still stuck up in my head are all the phenomena

Like I said, I've lost it, and I'm locked inside an octagon, gone, gone, gone, gone, I'm gone

[Outro]

I really wish these walls would get knocked

I really wish these walls would just stop

I really wish these walls could not talk