Young Pagan - Voices

My mind, feels like I lost it
Voices pouring in like a faucet
Every single one up on their boss shit
Sometimes I just wanna forfeit
To be honest, they don't want me to go big
Tell me to slow down ever since I was a kid
But I was raised to work, so I do and I did
Won't stop till I'm rich, drop tops on my whip
Like JFK, gonna blow um away
Maybe more like MJ, every shot I take
I never miss, that is not the case
Yeah I need some help, an emotional raise
They say my life's a joke, wish they would go away
Wish I wasn't broke, I gotta pave the way
Either way I'm here to stay
I've been grinding day to day
Till I find my place, yeah I know this ain't a race
Got these voices in my head saying I could do better
I got this heart on my sleeve but I'm wearing a sweater
They tell me that I should stop, if I do I'll be a quitter
So I'm climbing to success till I find better weather
Have a better temper, be a better friend, a better brother
Yeah not one or the other
I hate it when they scream at me
That gives me anxiety
To the point where I start shaking
Come on God, there got to be
Another way out
Maybe take a scenic route
Nope
Let's contemplate about all these voices scream and shout
Roll a J and then I roll out, or my insecurities will breakout
That is when I freak out
I don't wanna freak out
Especially when I'm on stage
I don't want the fans to see me in a blind rage
I've been grinding for a moment
Never stopping so devoted
Voices in my head annoying
Take a couple pills avoid it
Keep on working till I'm broken
And I feel like I'm not wanted
So I lock myself into my room
And panic till exhausted
Kinda feeling like I lost it
Write a lyric then I toss it
Lately I've been feeling way low
Because my demons say so
Medication helps some
But it don't stop it though
I wanna wear a halo but I am a physco
I put everything I have out on the line
Voices in my head flood from side to side
Telling me that I am not enough
Sometimes they want me to die
Or at least my pride
I make it hard to find
I'll admit I'm not the best
But you can't say I didn't try
All these voices in my head lie
Screws loose, I need them tight
They don't let me sleep
I work day and night
And it's not by choice, they make a lot of noise
Ever since I was a kid playing with my toys
I know I've made a mess, I'm trying to fill the void
And I probably get my anger from my grandpa Loyd
Depression goes back on my father's side
It's a bit much to hide
The anxiety, well it's a bumpy ride
So buckle up, hold fast, and hold on tight

Written by:
Brady Earnshaw

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