Lyrics:
I hear a voice inside my head
Tonight I know it wants me dead
Impaled by you im split in two, Day after day I starve away
I hear you now from far
I hear a voice inside my head
Tonight I know I'll meet my end
So used to living in this mistake
I'm satisfied that I'm the one to blame
Impaled by
I been on the road for the riches what I'm feeling make it aii alright
Fuck it broke the code with the niggas got a shorty keep her by my side
Gotta
the sign of Scorpio
I was born in a boring town called Corning
Yo lordy yo!
By age five, Mom and Dad are split
But I survive
Surmise that my imaginary
multiples
Just by the tone of my voice in the vocal booth
I notice you doin' your thing with your crew
Is it aight if I come down there and sing to you?
multiples
Just by the tone of my voice in the vocal booth
I notice you doin' your thing with your crew
Is it aight if I come down there and sing to you?
songs deep in this EP
And I'm tellin you for a second
Don't be too intrigued by how these words embellished
Feel my voice, every thought, every toned
Listen to the voice of nature
And all creatures that here dwell
I feel my mind split from my body
Controlled by the forest spell
Dette en
Tryna' turn our voices up,
And the government tones us down.
Now that gas is goin' up,
And the hood is goin' down.
So the hood is comin' fo' ya'
In
and disguises
Cause my split personality is having an identity crisis
I'm Dr. Hyde and Mr. Jekyll, disrespectful
Hearing voices in my head while these whispers
Night fell fast, like it did in the past when the phone rang
Twice and a voice said "I think I'm alone"
I gave my advice and the voice said "Nice,
все сам (Все сам)
Жизнь в цепях, брат, так нельзя (Нельзя)
Сядет за стол скоро вся семья (Семья)
Ведь много работал и верил в себя (Yeah)
Split by
face forward
Cause I'm not stopping yet
Cause in this new place in freshmen year
I thought I didn't have a voice, have a face
In this new place in
a forest and absorbed it
Haunted by my guilty conscience
Options of whom he’s the fondest
Split it up in a way dat chu can’t save
Eat it up wen she bust u
the brethren
His sheep draw near to the shepherd
His sheep draw near to the shepherd
Hearken unto the voice of the Lord
Passover good pasture, Passover good
likened to God’s evil twin /
He played his voice like a violin /
That screeched on my heart strings /
So enraged with jealousy /
The Green-Eyed Devil is
All the champs and the heroes
They got a price to pay
They go from sixty to zero
In the split of a hair
They see the face in the window
They feel
in Jesus' name.
Tryna' turn our voices up,
And the government tones us down.
Now that gas is goin' up,
And the hood is goin' down!
So the hood is
as herring bones
What legends are made of
Like whenever accurates hit
My voice locked behind bars to a
Bid for this spectacular shit
Fake kids fold and lie,
the halo of a street lamp
I turned my collar to the cold and damp
When my eyes were stabbed by the flash of a neon light
That split the night
And touched
Goddamn I quit the nicotine
And now my voice is so fucking clean
Everybody asking did I fiend
But honestly, I didn't feel a thing
I just wake up,
from timbers
By skilled Norwegian hands
When the mills all went idle
Hard time hit the land
Every plank of split clear cedar
Every peg in chiseled beam
all knowing
For a split second I witnessed the devil was god in the flesh
And that just happened don't know what to do at this specific moment
Slight
what the freak
Kick shit like I go for the leap
I split took the fork live my dreams
Lonely road and rolling on E
How the fuck I get by like this
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