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Voices in my Head Video (MV)




Performed By: The Banshee
Language: English
Length: 2:09
Written by: Gavin Lowder




The Banshee - Voices in my Head Lyrics




Voices in my head, they don't like to be kind I'm just working for my family, you know I'm
Gon' grind All these tears and all the blood, yeah, it's really fine Money turns to mystery once you get in line All these f*ckin' hoes gon' mess with my rhyme I don't spend a check on her, not even a dime I hear a whistle in my head, it's the chimes Runnin' from the pain, but it stay in my life I just wanna fly away, like a kite
Get Out my face Baby, why you cry? Baby, don't die Baby, Maybe the love was a motherf*ckin' lie I'm at the train station, sippin' moonshine with a mason Creepin in the woods, lookin' like my name is Jason I'm smellin' good, cause I got that secret fragrance reepin' in the woods, yeah, you know that I'm dangerous F*ck all my teachers, yeah, I f*ckin' miss Mangus
Looking like a Kong, you could call me f*ckin' Genghis You a f*ckin' bum, yeah, you a f*ckin' dingus I'm pyramid head, I got a mace, bitch And these aces, in this race, bitch It's four-four-four till I'm no more Banging on your door, spreading word like it's the gospel

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Voices in my head, they don't like to be kind I'm just working for my family, you know I'm
Gon' grind All these tears and all the blood, yeah, it's really fine Money turns to mystery once you get in line All these f*ckin' hoes gon' mess with my rhyme I don't spend a check on her, not even a dime I hear a whistle in my head, it's the chimes Runnin' from the pain, but it stay in my life I just wanna fly away, like a kite
Get Out my face Baby, why you cry? Baby, don't die Baby, Maybe the love was a motherf*ckin' lie I'm at the train station, sippin' moonshine with a mason Creepin in the woods, lookin' like my name is Jason I'm smellin' good, cause I got that secret fragrance reepin' in the woods, yeah, you know that I'm dangerous F*ck all my teachers, yeah, I f*ckin' miss Mangus
Looking like a Kong, you could call me f*ckin' Genghis You a f*ckin' bum, yeah, you a f*ckin' dingus I'm pyramid head, I got a mace, bitch And these aces, in this race, bitch It's four-four-four till I'm no more Banging on your door, spreading word like it's the gospel

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Writer: Gavin Lowder
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