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Ashxs - Voices Lyrics



Ashxs - Voices Lyrics




So you say you don't belong here. can you elaborate?
Can you tell me something? I'm trying to help you?
You obviously got something going on cause you're laying in a f*ckin hallway, talking to yourself
Except you're not responding
All you do is listen
What do you hear?

All kinds of shit, i can't trust a single motherf*cker like it's politics
I could get used to the money, hate what comes with it
A lot of fake love, but the bitches makin up for it
Though i was still f*ckin when i lived at my momma crib
Get a hotel just so they don't find out where i live
I don't trust a bitch unless she kiss me with her puppy breathe
You won't catch me slipping unless i happen to get her too wet
And even then, i'm comin right back like i never did
I'm innocent, burn my fingertips just so they can't get a f*ckin fingerprint
Can't pick me out a lineup, goon did the shit
F*ck my judges daughter, use the video as evidence
Get my charges dropped even quicker than i caught them shits
Catch a case it's dismissed, quicker than she suck my dick
Had to tell her chill baby you gonn make me cum too quick
We're opposites, she swallow while i spit
Then i throw the f*ck up cause i'm sick of this shit, god damn

If a mothaf*cka don't talk about it, he gonn act on it. watch

Got a lot of feelings, just ignore em till you numb to em
They don't understand you, just ignore em till you're numb to em
They don't understand you, just ignore em, play dumb to em
I bet they won't expect it when you pull a f*ckin gun on em

Oh shit, another white boy with a backpack
Got em all runnin from the cat they used to laugh at
Stab em with the same blade, still bloody from black
I'm flipping all my luggage mothaf*cka, i'm a packrat
I'll flip that like the mattress at the hotel i been stayin at
Patrick bateman on a bitch, she bleedin where she tinkle at
Front desk callin but nobody hearin that
Lookin for a culprit, you should ask em where the mirror at

Said where the mirror at
Lookin for a culprit mothaf*cka where the mirror at
Why your eyes all black?
Mothaf*cka lookin for a culprit, where the mirror at
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So you say you don't belong here. can you elaborate?
Can you tell me something? I'm trying to help you?
You obviously got something going on cause you're laying in a f*ckin hallway, talking to yourself
Except you're not responding
All you do is listen
What do you hear?

All kinds of shit, i can't trust a single motherf*cker like it's politics
I could get used to the money, hate what comes with it
A lot of fake love, but the bitches makin up for it
Though i was still f*ckin when i lived at my momma crib
Get a hotel just so they don't find out where i live
I don't trust a bitch unless she kiss me with her puppy breathe
You won't catch me slipping unless i happen to get her too wet
And even then, i'm comin right back like i never did
I'm innocent, burn my fingertips just so they can't get a f*ckin fingerprint
Can't pick me out a lineup, goon did the shit
F*ck my judges daughter, use the video as evidence
Get my charges dropped even quicker than i caught them shits
Catch a case it's dismissed, quicker than she suck my dick
Had to tell her chill baby you gonn make me cum too quick
We're opposites, she swallow while i spit
Then i throw the f*ck up cause i'm sick of this shit, god damn

If a mothaf*cka don't talk about it, he gonn act on it. watch

Got a lot of feelings, just ignore em till you numb to em
They don't understand you, just ignore em till you're numb to em
They don't understand you, just ignore em, play dumb to em
I bet they won't expect it when you pull a f*ckin gun on em

Oh shit, another white boy with a backpack
Got em all runnin from the cat they used to laugh at
Stab em with the same blade, still bloody from black
I'm flipping all my luggage mothaf*cka, i'm a packrat
I'll flip that like the mattress at the hotel i been stayin at
Patrick bateman on a bitch, she bleedin where she tinkle at
Front desk callin but nobody hearin that
Lookin for a culprit, you should ask em where the mirror at

Said where the mirror at
Lookin for a culprit mothaf*cka where the mirror at
Why your eyes all black?
Mothaf*cka lookin for a culprit, where the mirror at
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Writer: coltyn safford
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Length: 2:43
Written by: coltyn safford

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