[Intro] [Verse 1] There's a guy in my head and he never signed a lease, Moved in with a duffel bag and murdered all my peace. He don't pay a dime but he owns the master key, Three in the morning got him hosting a party for free. He's rearranging furniture, he's reading all my mail, Narrating every failure like a man reading braille— Slow, so I feel it, every bump in the wall, He memorized my worst day, plays it on a loop down the hall. [Pre-Chorus] I changed the locks, I called the cops, I begged him, "please—" He just smiled from my recliner like, "man, you're stuck with me." [Chorus] You've been living rent free (rent free)! Wrecking up a house that was built for me! I can't evict what I can't even see— You act like you own the place, but you're squatting in me! Rent free... You're living rent free! [Verse 2] Year twelve and the guy's still up in the vents, Whispering the rent's past due on all my confidence. I built a nicer life, put a porch on the front, He moved right in behind me like it's all he ever wanted. Tells me I'm a fraud every time the good stuff comes, Counts up all my blessings just to call 'em borrowed funds. And I used to scream and swing, throw a punch at the drywall— But you can't knock out a shadow, you just crack your own wall. [Chorus] You've been living rent free (rent free)! Wrecking up a house that was built for me! I can't evict what I can't even see— You act like you own the place, but you're squatting in me! Rent free... You're living rent free! [Bridge] So I stopped trying to throw him out— Sat down on the floor, said, "alright, let's talk it out." Turns out he was scared. Turns out he's twelve years old. Turns out he's just me, from before I got told That I was gonna make it—so I let him have a chair. I can't make him leave, but I can make him aware: You don't run this house. You just live here. You just... live here. [Final Chorus] You were living rent free (rent free)! But it's my house now, and it was built for me! I can't evict what I can't even see— So you can stay in the back, but you're done running me! Not rent free... (not rent free) No—you're not living rent free! [Outro] Still hear him some nights, down the hall... But I own the walls now. I own the walls. [Hard End]
