Voice
Man I just love noise
Werent long ago when we had no voice
One magazine back then called voice
Now they wana try tell me about choice
Fuck you choice I might do seek and destroy
I do smile and joy
Handle all with the grace and poise
Keep your toys
I do not play im freud
Late night catch me fried
Way too deep in my mind I'm tired
Tell no lies
Well I try
No ones perfect I just do mine
Some people can pretend for careers
Man I done this years
I'm just not that guy
Fly off the handle
Nah that's dry
Girls might leave but I'm never gona cry
I was like eleven and dead in my sight
Felons on my side
Venom on the mic
Lucky seven on the dice
Gona die sometime
That's relevant advice
Older and wise
Not that size
No exchanging my time like bryce
Man I just love noise
Werent long ago when we had no voice
One magazine back then called voice
Now they wana try tell me about choice
Fuck you choice
Your opinions void
I smile and destroy
Handle all with the grace and poise
Wont get involved for sake of nonsense
Nowadays politics has no function
Too much conscience
Too much chat bullshit in abundance
But no heart real in the conference
Just financial assumptions
We're fresh independent fundings
So many zeros on new age punking
Everyone's got morals but really everyone's stunting
Don't look pretty
Tell a bad b suck my Johnson
We're at a junction
We're at the start of the something
And at the end of something
Can you feel that crumbling
Man I just love noise
Werent long ago when we had no voice
One magazine back then called voice
Now they wana try tell me about choice
Fuck you choice
Your opinions void I smile and destroy
Handle all with the grace and poise
Last year they offered 80 thou, ooo wow
I turned it down
I need more, I need it now
Ask me why, I'll break it down
That Ian't even a pound for every stone we sold in town
For every phone call I took from a payphone my phone rang loud
And I linked dots while my soul ran out
I need enough to invest in the ends
In my pursuit for the best new trends
Made right of wrongs
Now Im Tryna right those wrongs
It's deeper than writing songs
I found my voice
I made a choice
I'ma speak up bun down babylon
Bun down babylon
Don't do it for the post and caption
Me and Jelani two powerful black men
Man I just love noise
Werent long ago when we had no voice
One magazine back then called voice
Now they wana try tell me about choice
Fuck you choice
Your opinions void
I smile and destroy
Handle all with the grace and poise
Werent long ago when we had no voice
One magazine back then called voice
Now they wana try tell me about choice
Fuck you choice I might do seek and destroy
I do smile and joy
Handle all with the grace and poise
Keep your toys
I do not play im freud
Late night catch me fried
Way too deep in my mind I'm tired
Tell no lies
Well I try
No ones perfect I just do mine
Some people can pretend for careers
Man I done this years
I'm just not that guy
Fly off the handle
Nah that's dry
Girls might leave but I'm never gona cry
I was like eleven and dead in my sight
Felons on my side
Venom on the mic
Lucky seven on the dice
Gona die sometime
That's relevant advice
Older and wise
Not that size
No exchanging my time like bryce
Man I just love noise
Werent long ago when we had no voice
One magazine back then called voice
Now they wana try tell me about choice
Fuck you choice
Your opinions void
I smile and destroy
Handle all with the grace and poise
Wont get involved for sake of nonsense
Nowadays politics has no function
Too much conscience
Too much chat bullshit in abundance
But no heart real in the conference
Just financial assumptions
We're fresh independent fundings
So many zeros on new age punking
Everyone's got morals but really everyone's stunting
Don't look pretty
Tell a bad b suck my Johnson
We're at a junction
We're at the start of the something
And at the end of something
Can you feel that crumbling
Man I just love noise
Werent long ago when we had no voice
One magazine back then called voice
Now they wana try tell me about choice
Fuck you choice
Your opinions void I smile and destroy
Handle all with the grace and poise
Last year they offered 80 thou, ooo wow
I turned it down
I need more, I need it now
Ask me why, I'll break it down
That Ian't even a pound for every stone we sold in town
For every phone call I took from a payphone my phone rang loud
And I linked dots while my soul ran out
I need enough to invest in the ends
In my pursuit for the best new trends
Made right of wrongs
Now Im Tryna right those wrongs
It's deeper than writing songs
I found my voice
I made a choice
I'ma speak up bun down babylon
Bun down babylon
Don't do it for the post and caption
Me and Jelani two powerful black men
Man I just love noise
Werent long ago when we had no voice
One magazine back then called voice
Now they wana try tell me about choice
Fuck you choice
Your opinions void
I smile and destroy
Handle all with the grace and poise
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Writer(s): Justin Tailor, Daniel Jelani Sie-blackman, Bobby Vylan
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