Voices in my Head
Yeah
As I speak I can hear them
I hear them
Yeah
I can hear them right now feeding thoughts I don't need to think
Make me make decisions without a second guess or a blink
Sky high confidence, downsized, now shrink
Push me to the edge of sanity, save me from the brink
Please
I can imagine the coffins
Paint a perfect picture through the lens of an ant crawling
'Cause the ant is unaware that the boot's right there, coming to end the ant, alive, now disappear
I hear them, I hear them, they're constantly clearing the food that I had for thought so I put in my ear plugs and the ear muffs
But they're not enough 'cause the voice is internal
Might as well write the words in my lyrical journal
Talking to myself then this doesn't concern you
I doubt I'd even have the intellect to see or discern you
"Take the knife out the store, let's make it bloody galore, now you're in the psych ward" Motherfucker, I heard you
To add the insult to injury, prepare for the scrutiny
Prepare for the lecture from your people and their true beliefs
I didn't ask them for their concern to learn my inner works
My world is an enigma, mama raised an introvert
What happen to Q the first?
I don't know
He's around in the streets
He's probably high off the weed 'cause he's around in the streets
My focus is solitary, my focus is on me
Damn, not again, they're coming for me
As I speak, I can hear them
Convincing myself that I have nothing to fear
But I can't see this enemy
Is he a friend to me?
Or is he a voice in my head going on a killing spree?
I don't know
I don't know what to think
Don't even recognize this man looking for knives in nana's kitchen sink
I can hear them right now feeding thoughts I don't need to think
Make me make decisions without a second guess or a blink
Sky high confidence, downsized, now shrink
Push me to the edge of sanity, save me from the brink
Please
I can imagine the coffins
Paint a perfect picture through the lens of an ant crawling
'Cause the ant is unaware that the boot's right there, coming to end the ant, alive, now disappear
I hear them, I hear them, they're constantly clearing the food that I had for thought so I put in my ear plugs and the ear muffs
But they're not enough 'cause the voice is internal
Might as well write the words in my lyrical journal
Talking to myself then this doesn't concern you
I doubt I'd even have the intellect to see or discern you
"Take the knife out the store, let's make it bloody galore, now you're in the psych ward" Motherfucker, I heard you
I heard you