paroles de chanson Voices - T
Pull
up
and
shoot.
We
pull
up
there's
sirens
they're
letting
a
hoot.
Don't
think
I'm
deadly,
I'm
actually
doomslayer
playing
and
hiding
SpongeBob
shoes.
I
am
a
general,
demand
my
salute.
Killing
him
classy
we
wearing
a
suit.
I'm
friends
with
Elijah,
When
I
talk
there's
fire,
I
step
in
the
studio
igniting
the
booth.
I'm
telling
the
truth.
So
listen
I
got
stuff
to
say
so
there's
no
way
you
putting
me
on
mute.
Don't
have
a
clue.
People
got
misery
and
pain
their
struggles
is
just
not
a
tool.
I'm
not
a
fool.
Know
that
my
daily
endeavours
do
not
mean
anything
to
you.
I
really
grew.
Grew
to
know
that
you
don't
know
a
thing
I
am
passing
through.
Ooh
you
so
innocent,
d'you
think
you
are
perfect?
Well
I
got
a
million
of
reasons
why
All
of
that
hate
you
truly
deserve
it.
Trending
and
tall
like
Julius
Erving.
All
of
those
comments
you
always
inserting
.
Tired
of
all
the
light
cause
I'm
near
The
window
so
now
I'm
closing
the
curtains.
Cause
I'm
terrified.
Demons
in
my
head
are
dancing
like
the
boogie
man
is
high.
Ain't
a
clown
but
got
a
lot
of
red
on
me
you
better
hide.
Preying
on
the
young
and
helpless
kids
you
better
go
inside.
This
is
now
a
bumpy
ride.
It's
complicated.
Taking
souls
makes
me
feel
like
I'm
really
levitating
.
You
don't
have
to
hide
you
called
me
freak
stop
all
the
hesitating.
Respect
of
what
you
fear
to
me
is
really
really
fascinating.
Quite
a
tad
of
devastating.
It's
saturating.
Me
and
you
like
P-Cl
is
quite
and
surely
desolating
.
You
know
that
I
barely
take
the
stairs
and
yet
I
am
elevating.
You
can
steal
my
style
and
flow
but
who
you
think
you
imitating.
I
am
surely
dissipating.
Reaching
my
pinnicle.
Striving
to
be
the
best
and
greatest
of
All
time
has
lately
been
strictly
subliminal.
Getting
away
with
these
flows
and
these
Punchlines
has
got
to
be
nothing
but
criminal.
Striving
to
be
the
goat
in
my
era
is
Nothing
I'm
dressing
what's
critical.
Yeah
I'm
addressing
what's
critical
.
You
listen
to
Turnt
but
you
don't
bother
to
listen
to
me.
You
like
all
the
random
talk,
Act
like
you
classy,
ain't
got
no
taste
as
far
as
I
see.
Time
to
start
writing
my
huge
eulogies.
Dead
or
alive,
man
you
write
it
to
me.
Fighting
these
voices,
It's
a
battle
all
day,
you
know
the
armotta
is
coming
for
me
1 Voices
2 August In Me
3 Party Piece
4 Still
5 Septic
6 Faith
7 Second Thoughts
8 After
9 Curtain Call
10 Forget Me Now
11 Ghosts
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