[Chorus]

Another brick wall I can see right through

I was comin' up tryna be like you

The brunt of the joke, with his lungs full of smoke

Only need three lines, here's a Beal haiku

Thought I had it all figured out

Shoulda had it all written down

Once I have the money in hand

I'm never comin' back to this town

[Verse 1]

Look what we did, homie, look what we did

I've been gettin' ripped way before the Wii Fit

She still playin' games, I'm used to the Miniclip

Pour the juice in the flask, I'm stealin' a little sip

Little ghosts stay flyin' around my bedroom

Hopin' the voices quit, I'm tryna go to bed soon

Can't choosе, that's what the begging will get you

I wanna see thе world, but I don't think I'll ever get to

Black and blue, let the bruise turn gray

[Our shows][?] and you gon' rue this day

I used to have a dream, but it's faded like the leaves now

There's nothing left to do or say

All I got is this jazz and this knife in my back

'Least it's ninety-seven out and my tank full of gas

See the view from the dash, got my mood in the back

Nothing new, gotta move when I'm losing my laugh

[Chorus]

Another brick wall I can see right through

I was comin' up tryna be like you

The brunt of the joke, with his lungs full of smoke

Only need three lines, here's a Beal haiku

Thought I had it all figured out

Shoulda had it all written down

Once I have the money in hand

I'm never comin' back to this town

[Verse 2]

Wakin' up 12:30, my alarm still ringin'

Went cold turkey, now I'm always overthinkin'

Shit was always better when I had no pot to piss in

Searchin' for the moment, and I know there's something missin'

Doin' nothing, record, episode of dreamcore

Weed in my lungs, mama told me I should breathe more

Little Shop of Horrors, suddenly the kid can see more

Comin' to you live from the bottom of the seafloor

If I wake up and nobody else here, nothin' changes

I've been all alone since my SoundCloud playlist

I've been missing home since the rich Nick Cage

See myself gettin' older, now I miss those days

Used to walk home and just float with the silence

Now I just cope[?], getting smoke in my eyelids

We could turn ghost, two[?] breaks from my iris

Nothing in my chest as we fade to the violet

[Chorus]

Another brick wall (Yeah) I can see right through

I was comin' up tryna be like you

The brunt of the joke, with his lungs full of smoke

Only need three lines, here's a Beal haiku

Thought I had it all figured out

Shoulda had it all written down

Once I have the money in hand

I'm never comin' back to this town