Dot Rotten Voices In My Head
[Chorus]
What am I meant to do with all of these choices?
What's the right path for me?
Is there something I'm meant to prove
I can hear so many voices in my head
What am I meant to do with all of these choices?
What's the right path for me?
Is there something I'm meant to prove
I can hear so many voices in my head
[Verse 1]
Would I feel me, if I weren't me
And I had a CD with my face and name on it?
It feels like I'm battling with an insane conscious
As long as I don't make nonsense and I stay honest
I couldn't care if they pay homage, I get paid profit
There's tales behind me, life reminds of the game Sonic
I'm tryna find the right path and not stray from it
Craters where I stand, but I won't do the MJ on it
I give you all my best show, that's a stage promise
Look, I've come a long way from splitting draws
When I used to kick in doors working for a vicious cause
Spitting raw, fame and fortune was all I was wishing for
These kids applause and I got labels in a bidding war
N' give a f..ck more now than they ever did before
Cause when you're in a big position, pigeons wanna sit and talk
It all sounds so exciting, but this shit is boring
I ain't even touring, so...
[Chorus]
What am I meant to do with all of these choices?
What's the right path for me?
Is there something I'm meant to prove
I can hear so many voices in my head
What am I meant to do with all of these choices?
What's the right path for me?
Is there something I'm meant to prove
I can hear so many voices in my head
[Verse 2]
Voices in my head, I'm struggling to make the right choice
If I don't do Grime then my fans will think that I'm moist
Knowing them, they'll think I sold my soul for money
Making funny hits, even though, they know I'm gully
It's a bloody trick, that all my supporters
Will think i've sold out
The only thing I'm planning having sold out
Is my show now
And Women found successful men more attractive
Than road clowns
So if your wifey's high profile
I can make her go down
It's hard, tryna be a righteous man
But to catch you off your guard
You need to devise a plan
My hearts actually scarred
I believe I'm like my dad
But admitting that's a par
I ain't even tryna act
I don't even like that fact
But I can't fight the truth
I can be inside your flat
With the Star-9 and shoot
Hotting you up to the max
Cause I can't find the food
But instead I'm writing raps
Tryna past by the booth like...
[Chorus]
What am I meant to do with all of these choices?
What's the right path for me?
Is there something I'm meant to prove
I can hear so many voices in my head
