Song | Voices in the Head |
Artist | Bizzy Bone |
Album | The Gift |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Bizzy Bone | |
(Bizzy) | |
We's gon' be free one day... | |
Whoo! Aaron, don't let these voices take me away. (Help!) | |
We's gon' be free one day | |
Shut up! Shut up! | |
We gon' be free one day | |
(Quit talking to me!) | |
We's gon' be free one day | |
Shut up! | |
(Bizzy) | |
Man I can end it with one blast to the brain | |
What am I thinking? | |
Suicide could be better for me! | |
Damn, what am I drinking? | |
My nigga, that's henessey! | |
Factions of my body leak into a piece | |
Turning demons to giggling | |
Get him some Remy | |
Now I'm tweaking, ecstacy'd out every weekend | |
Well why don't you try some PCP? | |
But the weed was still decent | |
Aww, shit he's just about seasoned | |
My liver won't give it up | |
Your blood stream is immune | |
Ate up an ounce of toxic mushrooms | |
Here you need some orange juice | |
OJ! I hate him (you what?) | |
but fuck that and pop you one of these valiums I could | |
He's Satan desciple, he's coming to get you very soon | |
Satan desciples, he's coming to get you very soon | |
He can come in the form of drugs | |
He can come in the form of blood | |
(Chorus: repeat 4X) | |
Who me?! I'm the voice in your head | |
You're dead as a doorknob, doorknob, doorknob | |
(Bizzy) | |
Hey rejoice! | |
I know where we can get some napalm | |
My sister's baby's daddy's getting the bomb first | |
Did you hit up my babies' moms? | |
Now roll up another L! | |
I love it when niggas go out with a bang | |
Throw my thangs! | |
Naw baby, blow out his fucking brains! | |
I lit up a cigarette, look innocent cuz we're passing 4th District | |
Double glock, stick it out that window ready to start some shit! | |
Hit that, trippin' out flippin' out, getting off, getting out | |
Fuck em! | |
Baby calm down, the law's right behind you | |
I'm a buck em, stop the car! | |
Turn around and bust em, it didn't even stop 'em | |
Gives a fuck about they backup, pop my trunk! | |
That's when they shot him | |
Shot him, shot him, shot him, shot him, | |
shot him, shot him, shot him, shot him | |
When they shot him | |
Shot him, shot him, shot him, shot him, | |
shot him, shot him, shot him, shot him | |
When they shot him | |
Who me? | |
I'm the voice in your head |
zuo qu : Bizzy Bone | |
Bizzy | |
We' s gon' be free one day... | |
Whoo! Aaron, don' t let these voices take me away. Help! | |
We' s gon' be free one day | |
Shut up! Shut up! | |
We gon' be free one day | |
Quit talking to me! | |
We' s gon' be free one day | |
Shut up! | |
Bizzy | |
Man I can end it with one blast to the brain | |
What am I thinking? | |
Suicide could be better for me! | |
Damn, what am I drinking? | |
My nigga, that' s henessey! | |
Factions of my body leak into a piece | |
Turning demons to giggling | |
Get him some Remy | |
Now I' m tweaking, ecstacy' d out every weekend | |
Well why don' t you try some PCP? | |
But the weed was still decent | |
Aww, shit he' s just about seasoned | |
My liver won' t give it up | |
Your blood stream is immune | |
Ate up an ounce of toxic mushrooms | |
Here you need some orange juice | |
OJ! I hate him you what? | |
but fuck that and pop you one of these valiums I could | |
He' s Satan desciple, he' s coming to get you very soon | |
Satan desciples, he' s coming to get you very soon | |
He can come in the form of drugs | |
He can come in the form of blood | |
Chorus: repeat 4X | |
Who me?! I' m the voice in your head | |
You' re dead as a doorknob, doorknob, doorknob | |
Bizzy | |
Hey rejoice! | |
I know where we can get some napalm | |
My sister' s baby' s daddy' s getting the bomb first | |
Did you hit up my babies' moms? | |
Now roll up another L! | |
I love it when niggas go out with a bang | |
Throw my thangs! | |
Naw baby, blow out his fucking brains! | |
I lit up a cigarette, look innocent cuz we' re passing 4th District | |
Double glock, stick it out that window ready to start some shit! | |
Hit that, trippin' out flippin' out, getting off, getting out | |
Fuck em! | |
Baby calm down, the law' s right behind you | |
I' m a buck em, stop the car! | |
Turn around and bust em, it didn' t even stop ' em | |
Gives a fuck about they backup, pop my trunk! | |
That' s when they shot him | |
Shot him, shot him, shot him, shot him, | |
shot him, shot him, shot him, shot him | |
When they shot him | |
Shot him, shot him, shot him, shot him, | |
shot him, shot him, shot him, shot him | |
When they shot him | |
Who me? | |
I' m the voice in your head |
zuò qǔ : Bizzy Bone | |
Bizzy | |
We' s gon' be free one day... | |
Whoo! Aaron, don' t let these voices take me away. Help! | |
We' s gon' be free one day | |
Shut up! Shut up! | |
We gon' be free one day | |
Quit talking to me! | |
We' s gon' be free one day | |
Shut up! | |
Bizzy | |
Man I can end it with one blast to the brain | |
What am I thinking? | |
Suicide could be better for me! | |
Damn, what am I drinking? | |
My nigga, that' s henessey! | |
Factions of my body leak into a piece | |
Turning demons to giggling | |
Get him some Remy | |
Now I' m tweaking, ecstacy' d out every weekend | |
Well why don' t you try some PCP? | |
But the weed was still decent | |
Aww, shit he' s just about seasoned | |
My liver won' t give it up | |
Your blood stream is immune | |
Ate up an ounce of toxic mushrooms | |
Here you need some orange juice | |
OJ! I hate him you what? | |
but fuck that and pop you one of these valiums I could | |
He' s Satan desciple, he' s coming to get you very soon | |
Satan desciples, he' s coming to get you very soon | |
He can come in the form of drugs | |
He can come in the form of blood | |
Chorus: repeat 4X | |
Who me?! I' m the voice in your head | |
You' re dead as a doorknob, doorknob, doorknob | |
Bizzy | |
Hey rejoice! | |
I know where we can get some napalm | |
My sister' s baby' s daddy' s getting the bomb first | |
Did you hit up my babies' moms? | |
Now roll up another L! | |
I love it when niggas go out with a bang | |
Throw my thangs! | |
Naw baby, blow out his fucking brains! | |
I lit up a cigarette, look innocent cuz we' re passing 4th District | |
Double glock, stick it out that window ready to start some shit! | |
Hit that, trippin' out flippin' out, getting off, getting out | |
Fuck em! | |
Baby calm down, the law' s right behind you | |
I' m a buck em, stop the car! | |
Turn around and bust em, it didn' t even stop ' em | |
Gives a fuck about they backup, pop my trunk! | |
That' s when they shot him | |
Shot him, shot him, shot him, shot him, | |
shot him, shot him, shot him, shot him | |
When they shot him | |
Shot him, shot him, shot him, shot him, | |
shot him, shot him, shot him, shot him | |
When they shot him | |
Who me? | |
I' m the voice in your head |