Lyrics:
head
I don't care, I paint the town red (walk on by)
Bitch, I said what I said
I'd rather be famous instead (walk on by)
I let all that get to my head
I
despite my promises,
but at least I'm honest about it.
I've got diamonds in my eyes but I'm looking for a harder crystal,
I'm feeling for something
fought that
Feeling like a doormat
Your very own thoughts
Ben the cause of your torment
The war in your head
Breaches ground to the surface
Questioning
Pushing for the King of New York, I see it
Gangsters try so hard but can't be it
Only one could rise above all the rest
And I got faith in my man,
up di ends
Drive-by shot up di Benz
Come if unnu a come, just talk up inna di gun
Just talk up inna di nozzle
Head ago open like a drum
Since di war
My life, my life, this is my life
Uh-oh
What you know 'bout the grind in the streets?
He move and work out of town every week
I know about it
Gettin', gettin' some head (ay)
I was with the kinda girl that make ya toes pop (Block Music, Luda)
In my bed, minding my business, 'bout five in
forget
This life no be Tetris
Time for u to meet your Waterloo,
Drown u all in a hour glass,
Trekked miles with ma Cover shoes
To get d best soil in my
survived them shots while lacking out of bounds
I don't know how, but I made it out, I'm golden in my town
I got all these war scars, they left us hanging
handed
How can I come back from this
I'd love you right
If only you'd give me the chance
Always doing sum wrong
In my head I'm just a failure
Need my space
Birmingham, 1974, there occurred a bloody murder
Twenty-one people killed by bombs, Britain reeled in horror
Within three hours the British State
They'd probably put my head in a guillotine
But it's alright, Ma, it's life, and life only
They'd probably put my head in a guillotine
But it's alright, Ma, it's life, and life only
They'd probably put my head in a guillotine
But it's alright, Ma, it's life, and life only
of control...
So you do yourself, an injustice, to judge me by yesterday, when I have moved on..."
[Freddie Foxxx:]
That's right...
My heart is colder than
[Krayzie]
Yeah, got my niggas from St. Clair up in this motherfucker, nigga.
P.O.D.'d, my nigga, Sin, fin to put this shit down like this,
aiming at your head for a stack
Don't judge me, don't judge me
Now my home got a Valley peak
Don't judge me, if I press your line, you a freak
Don't
a shot at it
Now we go backwards you ain't sick you Magic
It ain't no AIDS in DNA
Hoping for a head crack
It's only an Ace in (N) D
Spitting monkey bars
the pedestal
I'd even look for my dad that I never knew
And show him how I look in my Beretta, too
I'd do good shit like take kids from the ghetto
Show them
boy
I won't be your farmer
I might be your father
Ball like Penny Hardaway
Judge trying to lock me up
Cause my pee look darker
But that ain't gonna
Downstate I was in the pits of hell
Seen ghost ghouls and witches outside my cell
What's worse they predicted like a fortune tell
Some old head said I'd live
River let
Me get a blue bar
Over 30, 000 dead in the Mexican War
Let us bow our head give 'em respect
That's my flag boy, every
Tennesseee ain't got no
Judge ft Tech N9ne - Voices
Chorus x2
i hear these voices in my head
and they don't like you
these demons fly around bed
Telling me to take your
She rested her head upon my chest
Sensed liberation in between breaths
Wonder if sex is what she found it in
Peace, found it laying down with men
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