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Voices Video (MV)




Performed By: Genaddy
Language: English
Length: 3:36
Written by: KIRKPATRICK, SMITH




Genaddy - Voices Lyrics
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What if what I write doesn't make it in the mainstream
What if I don't write and I become what I have hated
What if I don't like what I would write when I get angry
What if I keep on saying what if and don't change things
What if what I write doesn't make it in the mainstream
What if I don't write and I become what I have hated
What if I don't like what I would write when I get angry
What if I keep on saying what if and don't change things
How could I become what I have hated?
Graded all my lines a d and I got room to annotate it
Been afraid if I don't write then I will fall into Crater, Created
With what I haven't made
It's all related
To the way that I feel I never elevated to the renovated part of me that I got separated
That's my unpremeditated
Way that I keep all my goals accelerated
Wait I gave the pen away
I don't know what I'm saying anymore It's all been penetrated
And I think that I hear my sins knocking
Locked in with me but I'm the one mocking
Causing all of them to think they're haunted
I'm not here to try and be accepted
Got a failing score cuz I skipped electives
The misconception Is thinking every rapper wants to be the best in the world but question
What am I to do if you don't like it?
Quit and sit and take a fist of Vicodin?
Insist you try to be a listener this time?
If the message don't hit then I might
But it's alright if it's not your style
Just don't say anything if it's revile
You don't know me never driven my miles and it's no defeat if I don't make you smile
So
You better listen closely
Imma say it for the nosebleeds
Hearing every word that I speak
You don't know me
You better listen closely
Imma say it for the nosebleeds
Hearing every word that I speak
You don't know me
What I write don't belong in the mainstream
If I don't write I'm calm but I hate it
If I don't like what I write I change it
If I was a better man I probably wouldn't say this
Honestly, I'm feeling like I could be
Someone you don't ever gotta question, should he
Be the one doing this, Beat loving lunatic
Who could he be if he sought out the beautifully written
Like it has been sitting
Just waiting to fill in the spot that was missing
With edges that fit in
The letters he's splitting
To mimic that greatest to do this but givin
His own kinda twist to it
Owning the system it's
Something he never dreamed up in his wishes
But listen he's coming to grips
With the wisdom He's given
The next record isn't some
Idea he's got cuz it's already written
So strap in if you are prepared for the ride
And don't talk in my ear
Bout ideas you don't like
This is my time, My life, My lines
And I feel something building
Is it skill instilling
If I sit still will I feel it kill me
What I write don't belong in the mainstream
If I don't write I'm calm but I hate it
If I don't like what I write I change it
If I was a better man I probably wouldn't say this
I do not need my voice heard
I just wanna do what I feel I know how do
To get thru to the few individuals
Who can relate to the feeling of not choosing
But since I'm here
Might as well use this
Opportunity, to accuse
Myself of not being here sooner
What I write don't belong in the mainstream
If I don't write I'm calm but I hate it
If I don't like what I write I change it
If I was a better man I probably wouldn't say this
What am I
Tired of walking
Tired of running
Tired of climbing to not reach the summit
When Ryan is nothing
I cannot be him anymore but it's stuck in
The pit of my mind
Intertwined in the cuffs
That have held me down, nothing
Is coming to help me
To get up I'm gushing
Blood out of my mouth
From the self given punishment
I fell in love with it
Motionless
Wondering what that commotion is
Movement is pointless
If there is no hope in it
How have I broken loose
I don't know what to do
Why won't you talk to me
It's the unspoken rule
That you don't help anyone if it doesn't help you in the end
Or we all end up dead
But how could I tell anyone what I'm thinking if it's never been in a word that I
Said
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What if what I write doesn't make it in the mainstream
What if I don't write and I become what I have hated
What if I don't like what I would write when I get angry
What if I keep on saying what if and don't change things
What if what I write doesn't make it in the mainstream
What if I don't write and I become what I have hated
What if I don't like what I would write when I get angry
What if I keep on saying what if and don't change things
How could I become what I have hated?
Graded all my lines a d and I got room to annotate it
Been afraid if I don't write then I will fall into Crater, Created
With what I haven't made
It's all related
To the way that I feel I never elevated to the renovated part of me that I got separated
That's my unpremeditated
Way that I keep all my goals accelerated
Wait I gave the pen away
I don't know what I'm saying anymore It's all been penetrated
And I think that I hear my sins knocking
Locked in with me but I'm the one mocking
Causing all of them to think they're haunted
I'm not here to try and be accepted
Got a failing score cuz I skipped electives
The misconception Is thinking every rapper wants to be the best in the world but question
What am I to do if you don't like it?
Quit and sit and take a fist of Vicodin?
Insist you try to be a listener this time?
If the message don't hit then I might
But it's alright if it's not your style
Just don't say anything if it's revile
You don't know me never driven my miles and it's no defeat if I don't make you smile
So
You better listen closely
Imma say it for the nosebleeds
Hearing every word that I speak
You don't know me
You better listen closely
Imma say it for the nosebleeds
Hearing every word that I speak
You don't know me
What I write don't belong in the mainstream
If I don't write I'm calm but I hate it
If I don't like what I write I change it
If I was a better man I probably wouldn't say this
Honestly, I'm feeling like I could be
Someone you don't ever gotta question, should he
Be the one doing this, Beat loving lunatic
Who could he be if he sought out the beautifully written
Like it has been sitting
Just waiting to fill in the spot that was missing
With edges that fit in
The letters he's splitting
To mimic that greatest to do this but givin
His own kinda twist to it
Owning the system it's
Something he never dreamed up in his wishes
But listen he's coming to grips
With the wisdom He's given
The next record isn't some
Idea he's got cuz it's already written
So strap in if you are prepared for the ride
And don't talk in my ear
Bout ideas you don't like
This is my time, My life, My lines
And I feel something building
Is it skill instilling
If I sit still will I feel it kill me
What I write don't belong in the mainstream
If I don't write I'm calm but I hate it
If I don't like what I write I change it
If I was a better man I probably wouldn't say this
I do not need my voice heard
I just wanna do what I feel I know how do
To get thru to the few individuals
Who can relate to the feeling of not choosing
But since I'm here
Might as well use this
Opportunity, to accuse
Myself of not being here sooner
What I write don't belong in the mainstream
If I don't write I'm calm but I hate it
If I don't like what I write I change it
If I was a better man I probably wouldn't say this
What am I
Tired of walking
Tired of running
Tired of climbing to not reach the summit
When Ryan is nothing
I cannot be him anymore but it's stuck in
The pit of my mind
Intertwined in the cuffs
That have held me down, nothing
Is coming to help me
To get up I'm gushing
Blood out of my mouth
From the self given punishment
I fell in love with it
Motionless
Wondering what that commotion is
Movement is pointless
If there is no hope in it
How have I broken loose
I don't know what to do
Why won't you talk to me
It's the unspoken rule
That you don't help anyone if it doesn't help you in the end
Or we all end up dead
But how could I tell anyone what I'm thinking if it's never been in a word that I
Said
[ Correct these Lyrics ]
Writer: KIRKPATRICK, SMITH
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