Grafh - Voices In My Head Lyrics
I swear this shit is, this shit is serious, my niggaIt’s like it’s a constant battle between good and evilThis is like war, man, it’s making my brain hurtI feel it, ayeAnd I feel it over and over and overAnd over and over till I’m out of controlI feel like I rise and I fear and I knowThat it would be way much easier if I sold my soulThis life is a movie and I never stick to the scriptAnd I won’t because I know my roleI wish I was blind but I know what I knowIt’s nowhere to turn to and nowhere to goBut baby girl, I’m hustling, tryna come up againI ain’t got enough money to be republicanMy heart cold, I’m just tryna live againBut tomorrow I die I’d give a ***** againSo the ***** I’mma vote for? ‘Cause I’m a role modelSo I gotta tell the kids to go out and vote moreOh, sure, nigga, I’m from the go offIt’s easier to keep fronting so I can show offNobody wanna see nothing, nobody wanna be responsible for the repercussions‘Cause God forgives but the reaper doesn’tThe media be misleading the publicAre you our leader, a sheep or a puppet?You really you believe what you becoming?You never know, though, the spirits, they are among us, you never DOLOUnder Devil’s control I see a whole lot of images, hella photos and I can tell by your logoThese voices in my head got a nigga going crazyI know, I know, I know these choices in my head got a nigga going crazyI said these voices in my head, choices in my headGod on my side, demon in my bed, look me in my eyeAnd tell me I ain’t mother*****ing crazyI know, I know, I know IMade it up that dealThey gonna kill you, nigga, if you gonna talk about that dealYou better watch what you say in this mother*****ing song, boyI know, I know, I know I better fall back, I better keep it all wrapped‘Cause if the reaper get to calling I don’t get to call backMe and my niggas all trapped, wait, say it againMe and my niggas all trapped, little small rats, but the trick is small clapI bet a dollar for every dollar your Jeffrey Donna and Benny HannasBut you sleep so you showing up in your best pajamasAnd broke *****es tend to go borrow their friends’ pajamasThat’s why they like ballers and dough to spent dollarsOn trends and designers, her rent is behind her but she contemplatingBetween a Benz and a HondaWell, I’m dancing in the camera lenses in all this PradaBlinded by the lights, blinded by the hypeHeaven’s way up there, you blinded by the heightMy career’s on the line, I can’t put the rap awayI swear to God it’s easier to go that way‘Fore you learn to consume you just learn to be coolWhat the ***** I need a scholarship for? ***** all the crap that I learn in school‘Cause if I learn the rules I can learn to rule, right?These voices in my head got a nigga going crazyI know, I know, I know these choices in my head got a nigga going crazyI said these voices in my head, choices in my headGod on my side, demon in my bed, look me in my eyeAnd tell me I ain’t mother*****ing crazyIt’s my career on the line if I don’t choseWhat can I do? What the ***** I wanna do?Can I say what the ***** I wanna say?And can I move how the ***** I wanna move?Tell me, am I crazy? Am I insane?Oh, can I play how the ***** I wanna play?Can I wear what the ***** I wanna wear?And can I pray how the ***** I wanna pray?Baby girl
