Willie Faulk - Voices (feat. Amy Clarke) Lyrics

He is just another angry white boy
Who appropriate the culture
Speaking on things he was
Never really 'sposed to
Sleeping on a dream
He will never get ahold of
I just can't believe he would think
He had a shot
Bet he throwing up bricks
'Fore he started it was over
Naw he ain't say it
But somebody else told us
I ain't bout to play it
But I bet that flow bogus
I bet he would choke if he got up on stage
Only thing that's in his throat
Is spaghetti on his loafers
Kinda like that Eminem song
Bet he tryna be slim he will never be him
What a joker
Never be NF or Mac but he want to
Wanna be Yelawolf Jack and Shinoda
Bet he in a thrift shop right now tryna pop tags
Like he Mack but he'll never get closer
To being anything but a wanna be
Bet he ain't subtle
Could spot him in a crowd
Man it's always a couple like him
Think he know about
The hustle and the struggle
He can't relate to nothing ain't it funny
What a knuckle head
He will grow out of it eventually
Give it time I'ma wait for that epiphany
When he realize that
He ain't worth mentioning
So I ain't gonna waste time listening
All these voices in my head
Are gonna find out
That nothing that they say
Can make me lie down
It ain't what it seems
If you only knew the things I had to do
What I went through to get it right now
I choose to see it through
No picking sides now
And mostly all these voices come from me
So I'm the only one to set me free
Dealing with these
Voices voices voices
Voices voices voices
Bet he want the double XL
Bet he freestyle over trap beats
Say he pack heat
Bet he think that
He cold but he whacky
Well he getting to old
If you ask me
Bet his songs ain't clean wait
Don't he have kids
Bet he let em listen to it
In the backseat
Poor kids gonna get made fun of
Their daddy is a rapper and everybody laughing
He should probably quit now for the kids sake
Bet he on the corner tryna sell his mixtape
This ain't high school it's the real world
Gotta get the bills paid
He won't ever make a living tryna spit flames
Even if it is straight look I ain't gone listen
Scroll through my playlist
Bet he ain't no competition
How come he ain't on TikTok
Tryna make a skit and get the views up
Maybe then he'd make a few bucks
That man is too much
He still hasn't given up
It's been a decade and ain't nobody care enough
Ain't nobody share enough
Somebody tell me why
He act like he ain't hearing us
Guessing he ain't ever gonna quit
I wonder if his family embarrassed
I wonder if his friends even listen
When he drops it's apparent
His voice is the only one he hearing
All these voices in my head
Are gonna find out
That nothing that they say
Can make me lie down
It ain't what it seems
If you only knew the things I had to do
What I went through to get it right now
I choose to see it through
No picking sides now
And mostly all these voices come from me
So I'm the only one to set me free
Dealing with these
Voices voices voices
Voices voices voices