Voices

Where the party at, somebody bring the Bacardi back
My life's a fucking wreck, like a Jeff Hardy match, nah
Put the record on scratch, let me detox, detach
Left a note before I left, they probably called dispatch
Sirens in the distance, they closing in on where I'm at
Gotta jump now before they get me in a straight jacket
White foam room, with the fucking pills and all that
I just wanna get away, they wanna keep me where I'm at
Need to find a beat and write to that despite the fact
I just wanna pick a place and take a one way flight to that
Start from scratch somewhere that no one can ever sight me at
Kick back, get that Mary rolled up and tightly packed
Searching for fulfilment cause I'm feeling so empty
Drown all my problems in this Henny until it end me
Blow my money on a Bentley, whatever's trendy
Blow my mind, my head against the barrel of a semi

One feeling with a dozen different emotions
Too many voices so I quiet them with potions
It overflow, they all I hear as the flood gate opens
The bottom of my mind, I drown in all five oceans
Don't know which part of me writes these lyrics
I really think I'm possessed, I owe it to the spirits
I know when I'm near it, I channel it, don't fear it
Don't know what I'm saying though, I speak with no coherence
They all in my head, yeah they talk to me, I hear it
I swear to god my fucking sanity is disappearing
It never came back now I'm driving with no steering
This world is kinda boring, the afterlife is so endearing
Swear to god my mind-state change each season
Today sad for nothing, next day happy for no reason
Seen a lot of shit I shouldn't have, still grieving
On a crash course with death, just started speeding



Credits
Writer(s): Jonathan Galbraith
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