Dot Rotten - Voices In My Head lyrics
[Dot Rotten - Voices In My Head lyrics]
What am I meant to do
With all of these choices
What's the right path for me?
Is there something I'm meant to prove
I can hear so many voices in my head
Would I feel me, if I weren't me
And I had a CD with my face and name on it?
It feels like I'm battling
With an insane conscious
As long as I don't make
Nonsense and I stay honest
I couldn't care if they pay homage
I get paid profit
There's tales behind me
Life reminds of the game Sonic
I'm tryna find the right path
And not stray from it
Craters where I stand
But I won't do the MJ on it
I give you all my best show
That's a stage promise
Look, I've come a long
Way from splitting draws
When I used to kick in doors
Working for a vicious cause
Spitting raw
Fame and fortune was all I was wishing for
These kids applause and I got
Labels in a bidding war
N' give a fuck more now
Than they ever did before
Cause when you're in a big position
Pigeons wanna sit and talk
It all sounds so exciting
But this shit is boring
I ain't even touring, so
What am I meant to do
With all of these choices
What's the right path for me?
Is there something I'm meant to prove
I can hear so many voices in my head
Voices in my head
I'm struggling to make the right choice
If I don't do Grime then my
Fans will think that I'm moist
Knowing them
They'll think I sold my soul for money
Making funny hit's, even though
They know I'm gully
It's a bloody trick, that all my supporters
Will think I've sold out
The only thing I'm planning having sold out
Is my show now
And women found successful
Men more attractive
Than road clowns
So if your wifey's high profile
I can make her go down
It's hard, tryna be a righteous man
But to catch you off your guard
You need to devise a plan
My hearts actually scarred
I believe I'm like my dad
But admitting that's a par
I ain't even tryna act
I don't even like that fact
But I can't fight the truth
I can be inside your flat
With the Star-9 and shoot
Hotting you up to the max
Cause I can't find the food
But instead I'm writing raps
Tryna past by the booth
Like
What am I meant to do
With all of these choices
What's the right path for me?
Is there something I'm meant to prove
I can hear so many voices in my head
With all of these choices
What's the right path for me?
Is there something I'm meant to prove
I can hear so many voices in my head
Would I feel me, if I weren't me
And I had a CD with my face and name on it?
It feels like I'm battling
With an insane conscious
As long as I don't make
Nonsense and I stay honest
I couldn't care if they pay homage
I get paid profit
There's tales behind me
Life reminds of the game Sonic
I'm tryna find the right path
And not stray from it
Craters where I stand
But I won't do the MJ on it
I give you all my best show
That's a stage promise
Look, I've come a long
Way from splitting draws
When I used to kick in doors
Working for a vicious cause
Spitting raw
Fame and fortune was all I was wishing for
These kids applause and I got
Labels in a bidding war
N' give a fuck more now
Than they ever did before
Cause when you're in a big position
Pigeons wanna sit and talk
It all sounds so exciting
But this shit is boring
I ain't even touring, so
What am I meant to do
With all of these choices
What's the right path for me?
Is there something I'm meant to prove
I can hear so many voices in my head
Voices in my head
I'm struggling to make the right choice
If I don't do Grime then my
Fans will think that I'm moist
Knowing them
They'll think I sold my soul for money
Making funny hit's, even though
They know I'm gully
It's a bloody trick, that all my supporters
Will think I've sold out
The only thing I'm planning having sold out
Is my show now
And women found successful
Men more attractive
Than road clowns
So if your wifey's high profile
I can make her go down
It's hard, tryna be a righteous man
But to catch you off your guard
You need to devise a plan
My hearts actually scarred
I believe I'm like my dad
But admitting that's a par
I ain't even tryna act
I don't even like that fact
But I can't fight the truth
I can be inside your flat
With the Star-9 and shoot
Hotting you up to the max
Cause I can't find the food
But instead I'm writing raps
Tryna past by the booth
Like
What am I meant to do
With all of these choices
What's the right path for me?
Is there something I'm meant to prove
I can hear so many voices in my head