Seem to find myself in new places
Amongst the many faces of reality
Trying to find the commonalities analogies
And out of me is outer speak that isn't hard to reach
Never leaching off the lame to sustain prophet
Could of lost at a young age to gain pockets
But to have a penny fold is insane logic
Used to watch a kid speak with his knuckle popping
Stealing from his granny's purse like it's normal often
Couldn't help but wonder why it has to be the same
Gain change to buy rings and other things
Not thinking of the possibilities of stacking ends
Just an everlasting loop to gain than lose again
Losing friends, losing ends till mental bends
Even had ex friends point pistols for something slim
I knew then
Get out or be the next to be hemmed
Up in the trap
Am i alone
Or is it just the fear
When i hear the voices of the past in my ear
Should i move on
Or should i stay here
When i hear the voices of the past in my ear
Am i alone
Or is it just the fear
When i hear the voices of the past in my ear
Should i move on
Or should i stay here
When i hear the voices of the past in my ear
Funny how i thought wouldn't make it to the age of 20
Being broke in naptown wasn't bees and honey
If i had a happy day it would seize it from me
Remember cold winter days and a breeze that crummy
Dark alleyways video games and nestle crunch
School lunch in the gym hunched over from being punched
Hair set a blaze
Still amazed it was done
Not a care left
Only music occupied my slum
Till the principal took my only breath of oxygen
No walkman plus teachers didn't seem to care
Feeling smaller by the day
And reappearing there
School wasn't me per say
Everyday i had to bare
Till i got a notice saying your relieved leave your chair
Suspended for bad attendance at least i'm free and clear
Am i alone
Or is it just the fear
When i hear the voices of the past in my ear
Should i move on
Or should i stay here
When i hear the voices of the past in my ear
Am i alone
Or is it just the fear
When i hear the voices of the past in my ear
Should i move on
Or should i stay here
When i hear the voices of the past in my ear
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Seem to find myself in new places
Amongst the many faces of reality
Trying to find the commonalities analogies
And out of me is outer speak that isn't hard to reach
Never leaching off the lame to sustain prophet
Could of lost at a young age to gain pockets
But to have a penny fold is insane logic
Used to watch a kid speak with his knuckle popping
Stealing from his granny's purse like it's normal often
Couldn't help but wonder why it has to be the same
Gain change to buy rings and other things
Not thinking of the possibilities of stacking ends
Just an everlasting loop to gain than lose again
Losing friends, losing ends till mental bends
Even had ex friends point pistols for something slim
I knew then
Get out or be the next to be hemmed
Up in the trap
Am i alone
Or is it just the fear
When i hear the voices of the past in my ear
Should i move on
Or should i stay here
When i hear the voices of the past in my ear
Am i alone
Or is it just the fear
When i hear the voices of the past in my ear
Should i move on
Or should i stay here
When i hear the voices of the past in my ear
Funny how i thought wouldn't make it to the age of 20
Being broke in naptown wasn't bees and honey
If i had a happy day it would seize it from me
Remember cold winter days and a breeze that crummy
Dark alleyways video games and nestle crunch
School lunch in the gym hunched over from being punched
Hair set a blaze
Still amazed it was done
Not a care left
Only music occupied my slum
Till the principal took my only breath of oxygen
No walkman plus teachers didn't seem to care
Feeling smaller by the day
And reappearing there
School wasn't me per say
Everyday i had to bare
Till i got a notice saying your relieved leave your chair
Suspended for bad attendance at least i'm free and clear
Am i alone
Or is it just the fear
When i hear the voices of the past in my ear
Should i move on
Or should i stay here
When i hear the voices of the past in my ear
Am i alone
Or is it just the fear
When i hear the voices of the past in my ear
Should i move on
Or should i stay here
When i hear the voices of the past in my ear
Amongst the many faces of reality
Trying to find the commonalities analogies
And out of me is outer speak that isn't hard to reach
Never leaching off the lame to sustain prophet
Could of lost at a young age to gain pockets
But to have a penny fold is insane logic
Used to watch a kid speak with his knuckle popping
Stealing from his granny's purse like it's normal often
Couldn't help but wonder why it has to be the same
Gain change to buy rings and other things
Not thinking of the possibilities of stacking ends
Just an everlasting loop to gain than lose again
Losing friends, losing ends till mental bends
Even had ex friends point pistols for something slim
I knew then
Get out or be the next to be hemmed
Up in the trap
Am i alone
Or is it just the fear
When i hear the voices of the past in my ear
Should i move on
Or should i stay here
When i hear the voices of the past in my ear
Am i alone
Or is it just the fear
When i hear the voices of the past in my ear
Should i move on
Or should i stay here
When i hear the voices of the past in my ear
Funny how i thought wouldn't make it to the age of 20
Being broke in naptown wasn't bees and honey
If i had a happy day it would seize it from me
Remember cold winter days and a breeze that crummy
Dark alleyways video games and nestle crunch
School lunch in the gym hunched over from being punched
Hair set a blaze
Still amazed it was done
Not a care left
Only music occupied my slum
Till the principal took my only breath of oxygen
No walkman plus teachers didn't seem to care
Feeling smaller by the day
And reappearing there
School wasn't me per say
Everyday i had to bare
Till i got a notice saying your relieved leave your chair
Suspended for bad attendance at least i'm free and clear
Am i alone
Or is it just the fear
When i hear the voices of the past in my ear
Should i move on
Or should i stay here
When i hear the voices of the past in my ear
Am i alone
Or is it just the fear
When i hear the voices of the past in my ear
Should i move on
Or should i stay here
When i hear the voices of the past in my ear
Writer: Daniel Denton, Sylvester Barrett
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid