Lyrics:
do you hear my voice? in meaningless thoughts that hurts you
we pay for our loss, praying our lord
just to feel that we need to this world
love is
hear voices in my head for what reason
But when the talking stops (pow) it's drive by season
So back the fuck off and give me respect
Now they're
Voices in my head, I can’t run away
Demons in my mind try to talk to me
I got drugs on my appeal, I can’t walk away
Feeling all the same, I don
just don't seem right
When they're written by them
How I'm supposed to stand for a fucking anthem
That doesn't stand for me
It stands for vice and sin
talking to God the Father
Some look for it in an idol and they won't bring you peace
But look for it in the Bible you will find if you will seek
Don't waste
broken hope
Inside these walls of mine I worship shame
I feel, I dream, I hope
Turn around and see what I have lost,
I don't know why it happened, but
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I Used All My Grace Coins
Fifteen Drinks Ago
And I'm Still Breathing
Why? I Don't Know
Is There Something Out There For Me Something I Don't Know
working (Working)
Love and hate, we're stuck in a cycle
My head spinning, I'm stuck in a spiral (Woo)
As a society we worship false idols
Don't need these
can't even walk the street without being chased by a demon
For me there is no protection and no way that they're leaving
Some people say they haven't seen
I used to
This old man don't run no more
You used to talk
And I used to nod
I don't listen
But I hear a lot
Don't believe for a second
That my key
a light in the Vatican window for all the world to see
And a voice cries in the wilderness and sometimes he speaks for me
I suppose I love him most of all
I can't feel You movin' inside
I don't hear Your voice whisperin' in the night
And I've never seen You with these eyes
Am I a fool, am I just
Raining mahogany
Here`s a dollar for the trees
We worship weed like idolatry
Silly bitches with conniving thoughts
Sticking knives and folks
Don
They should know by your fruits who you work for
Seems to be parasites leaching on my paradise
That’s why I gotta keep the flesh in check like a pair
neither do I stand corrected
For in the end I'm unaffected
By the underground
He found me some nowhere
Now my picture's on the desktop of a dead man
You
and take a ride
Wanna see you for a minute
So let's link up
Link up
Sick of all the texting
Tryna hear your voice in person
Call your phone ain't get no
And pass your bottle to my hand
Would I be in the rain
While you pass me in the Land
Oh, you think by now that I don't already know your plan
To get
for you
Don't let go when di stress come
Hold on strong, don't let go
Know that you can depend on you
No one else gonna dweet for you
When you
or I will shoot!"
I look back at cooked crack
Plus cars that pass by
Jaguars mad fly
And I'm guilty for materialism
Blacks is still up in the prison
to complain
Of the people, by the people, for the people
Does that ring a bell?
Why then do my people suffer and then go through hell
We don tire to dey say we
Sexual habilitation
It is fueling the void, desensitising the heart
Addictive anticipation
Surrounded by the shadows of days gone by
Don’t hope, let go
never win
I know these voices are different from my own
They sure as hell don't belong inside these bones
But for whatever reason they've made me their
Day by day
Erase my will
My fucking will
To disobey
To disobey
Do you remember who I am
Who I am
Will you follow the voice inside
Voice inside
Bury me
I wish you were by my side
I'm waiting for you
Waiting for you
Forgive me just one of my lies
Release me from one alibi
I gotta have you
Gotta have
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