More songs by Mitchell Yard
Description
Producer, Programmer: Mitchell Yard
Lyricist, Composer: Maydiën van Roessel
Composer, Lyricist: Lizzy Maya Sophia van den Herik
Composer, Lyricist: Mitchell Yard
Lyrics and translation
Original
If the walls could talk, let the stains spill the dirty.
Will they hold back?
'Cause they know better. Yeah, they know better.
Don't mean vain, I'm just human, free of assumptions.
If only the walls could talk.
-If only the walls could talk.
-Yeah, I am done, done listening to gossip. Give it to me straight, I would never pop shit.
Quick to get a doctor, don't handle what they say.
Don't handle what they make, coping ain't the way. Stains telling stories, used to never bore me.
Went from ducking down to shooting like Ori. It's pretty, that graffiti on the wall giving vibes.
We applaud a picture, accepting all the lies.
I can hear cracks, crack further in this life, but I ain't finna fix nothing for you, here's a knife.
The older I get, man, the more I despise. The more I can ditch, ayy, the freedom arrives.
If the walls could talk, let the stains spill the dirty. Will they hold back?
'Cause they know better. Yeah, they know better.
Don't mean vain, I'm just human, free of assumptions.
If only the walls could talk.
If only the walls could talk.
Will I see it as a blessing, or will I despise the. . .
Voices racing from under the wallpaper.
Loving words and quotations.
Is it a heartfelt or a no-brainer?
Stones making notations.
If the walls could talk, let the stains spill the dirty.
Will they hold back? 'Cause they know better. Yeah, they know better.
Don't mean vain, I'm just human, free of assumptions.
If only the walls could talk.
If only the walls could talk.
English translation
If the walls could talk, let the stains spill the dirty.
Will they hold back?
'Cause they know better. Yeah, they know better.
Don't mean vain, I'm just human, free of assumptions.
If only the walls could talk.
-If only the walls could talk.
-Yeah, I am done, done listening to gossip. Give it to me straight, I would never pop shit.
Quick to get a doctor, don't handle what they say.
Don't handle what they make, coping ain't the way. Stains telling stories, used to never bore me.
Went from ducking down to shooting like Ori. It's pretty, that graffiti on the wall giving vibes.
We applaud a picture, accepting all the lies.
I can hear cracks, crack further in this life, but I ain't finna fix nothing for you, here's a knife.
The older I get, man, the more I despise. The more I can ditch, ayy, the freedom arrives.
If the walls could talk, let the stains spill the dirty. Will they hold back?
'Cause they know better. Yeah, they know better.
Don't mean vain, I'm just human, free of assumptions.
If only the walls could talk.
If only the walls could talk.
Will I see it as a blessing, or will I despise the. . .
Voices racing from under the wallpaper.
Loving words and quotations.
Is it a heartfelt or a no-brainer?
Stones making notations.
If the walls could talk, let the stains spill the dirty.
Will they hold back? 'Cause they know better. Yeah, they know better.
Don't mean vain, I'm just human, free of assumptions.
If only the walls could talk.
If only the walls could talk.