Voices in my Head Lyrics

Yeah

As I speak I can hear them

I hear them

Yeah

I can hear them right now feeding thoughts I don't need to think

Make me make decisions without a second guess or a blink

Sky high confidence, downsized, now shrink

Push me to the edge of sanity, save me from the brink

Please

I can imagine the coffins

Paint a perfect picture through the lens of an ant crawling

'Cause the ant is unaware that the boot's right there, coming to end the ant, alive, now disappear

I hear them, I hear them, they're constantly clearing the food that I had for thought so I put in my ear plugs and the ear muffs

But they're not enough 'cause the voice is internal

Might as well write the words in my lyrical journal

Talking to myself then this doesn't concern you

I doubt I'd even have the intellect to see or discern you

"Take the knife out the store, let's make it bloody galore, now you're in the psych ward" Motherfucker, I heard you

To add the insult to injury, prepare for the scrutiny

Prepare for the lecture from your people and their true beliefs

I didn't ask them for their concern to learn my inner works

My world is an enigma, mama raised an introvert

What happen to Q the first?

I don't know

He's around in the streets

He's probably high off the weed 'cause he's around in the streets

My focus is solitary, my focus is on me

Damn, not again, they're coming for me

As I speak, I can hear them

Convincing myself that I have nothing to fear

But I can't see this enemy

Is he a friend to me?

Or is he a voice in my head going on a killing spree?

I don't know

I don't know what to think

Don't even recognize this man looking for knives in nana's kitchen sink

I can hear them right now feeding thoughts I don't need to think

Make me make decisions without a second guess or a blink

Sky high confidence, downsized, now shrink

Push me to the edge of sanity, save me from the brink

Please

I can imagine the coffins

Paint a perfect picture through the lens of an ant crawling

'Cause the ant is unaware that the boot's right there, coming to end the ant, alive, now disappear

I hear them, I hear them, they're constantly clearing the food that I had for thought so I put in my ear plugs and the ear muffs

But they're not enough 'cause the voice is internal

Might as well write the words in my lyrical journal

Talking to myself then this doesn't concern you

I doubt I'd even have the intellect to see or discern you

"Take the knife out the store, let's make it bloody galore, now you're in the psych ward" Motherfucker, I heard you

I heard you