Voices In My Head
Long nights and long lessons
Man that shit is misery
Long nights with my confessions
Man shit is history
Wrong rights and misdirections got me stressing mentally
Say you love me when you really don't
That shit a mystery (I can't figure it out)
If somebody put a hit on my head
And I end up dead
Would you fall through?
To the funeral (rest in peace)
Late nights I been laying in my bed
Contemplating taking meds to I breakthrough
It'd be beautiful
Lately I'm thinking about death
The reaper on my shoulder
I'm going through something thats mental
I want to take my last breath
My heart getting colder
I wish it was something that's simple
I got to get off my chest
I'm up in the booth
I'm doing the shit with no pencil
I'm bout to smoke me a blunt
To the end of the month
I see rainfall look out the window
They don't know nothing about me
But they talking about me
Well they making up innuendos
She don't know nothing about me but she fucking on me
Goddamn I love me a nympho
I love the money trees
I love some weed
But I don't love none of you niggas
I might as well be a lesbian
Because I don't be fucking with Niggas
I got voices in my head
My head
Telling me to either let it go
Or let it blow
I got voices in my head
My head
Telling me to either let it go
Or let it blow
Man that shit is misery
Long nights with my confessions
Man shit is history
Wrong rights and misdirections got me stressing mentally
Say you love me when you really don't
That shit a mystery (I can't figure it out)
If somebody put a hit on my head
And I end up dead
Would you fall through?
To the funeral (rest in peace)
Late nights I been laying in my bed
Contemplating taking meds to I breakthrough
It'd be beautiful
Lately I'm thinking about death
The reaper on my shoulder
I'm going through something thats mental
I want to take my last breath
My heart getting colder
I wish it was something that's simple
I got to get off my chest
I'm up in the booth
I'm doing the shit with no pencil
I'm bout to smoke me a blunt
To the end of the month
I see rainfall look out the window
They don't know nothing about me
But they talking about me
Well they making up innuendos
She don't know nothing about me but she fucking on me
Goddamn I love me a nympho
I love the money trees
I love some weed
But I don't love none of you niggas
I might as well be a lesbian
Because I don't be fucking with Niggas
I got voices in my head
My head
Telling me to either let it go
Or let it blow
I got voices in my head
My head
Telling me to either let it go
Or let it blow
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Writer(s): Amauri Lindsey
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