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 fuck 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