Текст песни 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