Yo, my mind is a house with walls, covered in lyrics They're all over the place, there's songs in the mirrors Written all over the floors, all over the chairs And you get the uncut version of life when I go downstairs That's where I write when I'm in a bad place and need to release And let out the version of NF you don't wanna see I put holes in the walls with both of my fists 'til they bleed You might get a glimpse of how I cope with all this anger in me | Anything