Inn3r Voices (feat. Matt Giordano)

You a phony man all baloney Richie rich go Easter Sunday Pink and red can't choose the color Shut up bitch I want your number Fine it's a versatile time Where they can sing and I can rhyme To be starting off a line About the hunger in the night Stop lurking man I'll kill em' all Stop tweeting man I'll mention all Don't talk to me when I'm off the wall Lost my mind a bit Now I'm back On call This a sonic bop mother-fucker Take a lift bone crusher Speeding get up out the way And I could give a damn about what they fucking saying I could careless it ain't affect my day Not in the slightest Now watch me get paid Ha fucking ha watch it get made You can't touch this game F*ck it we paid Got so much on my mind I got thoughts all racing What's the next move? Got me pacing these mazes Who the f*ck am I? But who the f*ck are you? I guess everybody wouldn't know who's who All my own thoughts Have finally run thin Tonight I'm running so who do I let in? All the roads coming all the roads coming Dead end road Don’t strike a pose You look possessed satanic flows We burn it up on the 4th All independent and we shining Call up Matt for crystal chops And Vincent for consignments If we talking inner voices Might have to mention Brian You know that dude you hate so much? But don’t got a reason? Time to go on strike And collect more payments This a vision for the future Where the weak minded die And they question T.y But I told y’all this our time You just mad about the shine I see you lurking through my stories Saying my shits alright? But what you gotta show me? Basic ass hating ass I’ll keep that same energy All the roads lead to you Block em off No way to move Got so much on my mind I got thoughts all racing What's the next move? Got me pacing these mazes Who the f*ck am I? But who the f*ck are you? I guess everybody wouldn't know who's who All my own thoughts Have finally run thin Tonight I'm running so who do I let in? All the roads coming all the roads coming