Lyrics:
he's looking at the ground again just talking bout me
I might have voices in my head but I swear I heard him say
(So welcome to my wonderland)
So
they are circling
And my vision is darkening
I'm haunted (Haunted)
I'm haunted (Haunted)
I am haunted by the roaring voices in my head
I refuse
deep
A voice in inside my head saying that I'll never be free
But I still wanna change, but know that shit's been too hard
Been running for a while now
are forming, I hear somebody's voice
In my head say, "It's still a dream"
Then he said, "Kill MCs"
Trippie Redd, with pills on lean
Sippin' meds in
understand is understood well that's good
On equal planes we can bring forth gain
Rise the dead, from the graves of slaves
Fly the head, of the men in
state of tranquility
Cant trap all of my capabilities in one facility
This sun has fell out of the sky, with no auxiliary
My mentality cause havoc amongst
totally captivated by Greta and the Medium Boys, he notices four vultures, dressed in black, in the corner: the terrifying jazz police! They chatter
used be scared to get up in the morning
Hated the voice of my dad
A voice that should've brought comfort and warming
But all it was now was a warning
I am the demon, cold-blooded demon
Bloodthirsty, hateful and cruel
Controlled by something living in my head
I am the demon, miserable demon
Fire
Look at me now, I'm the one standing alone in the dark
Keeping them out, all the voices inside of my head
Say it again and again, when can you drown
your recognition
be in the ignition first gear
I'm gone
had the best to the worst confess my lyrics is strong
Verse 1: Shaq Peter
did our time, came home
Linked and got bread
These sucks tell me rap about
Some other shit instead i can’t
All them white bricks embedded in my head
So
pull the trigger
My goons are hella hard they will never ever miss ya
Your girl a thot and i bearly ever miss her
She outta mind never ever in my
conscious
I might take me a hostage
I fell asleep in Worcester, I just woke up in Compton
Shout out to LA, where your songs play niggas gon' put on my shit
soldout heads
Tyler hit the drums while I pump up the fans
Left Brain with his shirt off jumping in the stands
Everybody hyped up and waving they hands
on me like moonlight on the surrounding clouds
The voice of truth here in my ears is loud
Don't be in control
Pick your head up there
The path to your
When I laid down on my bed I heard voices in my head
Telling me now hey it's only a dream
The more I thought of it I had been out of it
And here's
When I layed down on my bed
I heard voices in my head
Telling me now "Hey it's only a dream"
The more I thought of it
I had been out of it
woah
All these voices in my head
With depression kicking in, like
I am drowning in my sorrow
Will I make it to tomorrow
Feeling like my life is borrowed
Feel the wind as it fans the flames
Hear a voice inside my head
Nothing ventured, nothing gained
I wonder how it came to this
Wonder when I lost my art
All these voices in my head
Telling me I'm better off dead
But I don't listen to all that
Blah blah blah blah blah
All that talking shit
Blah
fresh Eazy-E
Kick, kick that shit
Where you from fool, Compton, yea
Rolling through the hood, cold tearing shit up
Stick my head out the window and I say
slow it down
I can turn her head around
Just by saying her name
Cause I got a little hey y'all in my voice
Got a little red dirt in my veins
Got
Dreamed I saw Rod Serling in
Prattville, Alabama with
A snake on his head and a trumpet in his hand
He claimed to be hitchhiking all
The way
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