"Voices" lyrics
(feat. Efya)
I hear voices whisper my name
Can you hear them, all that they say?
I will be more than you thought I could be
And these voices
I hear voices and things of that nature
That's not unlike a prophet receiving divine favor
Expected like that prophet that's promised in Isaiah
I struggle to wear the crown, I'm in need of a size greater
If I'm doing this at all, it's nothing besides major
We're in it for the profit, the plot is to buy acres
So tell your CEO when he's ready to fuck with Poe
He can call me up on the phone 'cause I'm ready to sign papers
My path is on display, look at that good view
Think of my MBA, maybe put it to good use
See, I have to ask myself when I think of an office life
Could I give up being a rapper?
There's only a good few, you see, yeah
I'm pretty sure you can check attendance
I'm not in their class, we don't even share a common entrance
I don't say this to be rude
When I'm sitting in my room
I just listen and I swear I hear voices
I hear voices whisper my name
Can you hear them, all that they say? (In life you have to pay your own way)
I will be more than you thought I could be (Talking 'bout life, yeah)
And these voices (Nothing's permanent)
See, um, look
I been told about life, you have to pay your own way
So I'm hated at Julius Berger 'cause I paved my own way
Look, I told my fam that I have to hold 'em down
Till we all carry pounds, I mean the type you don't weigh
Some things I don't say
Even though I'm meant to be going for the top, right?
Like a well-taken penalty
Voices have me thinking that I'm quite dope
I know this shit I'm smoking's not the reason for these high hopes
My girl is worried, she always says that I don't sleep enough
My manager keeps calling, telling me that I'm not deep enough
Adding to the pressure, as if the climb isn't steep enough
But he's just hoping that I keep it up
Truly Poe, for you not to blow, we can't afford it this year
Forget about an album, it's not important this year
They can't walk in your shoes 'cause they're imported this year
Still I find you in your room saying, "Chin, really, man, I hear voices"
I hear voices whisper my name
Can you hear them, all that they say?
I will be more than you thought I could be
And these voices
I hear...
Can you hear them, all that they say?
I will be more than you thought I could be
And these voices
I hear voices and things of that nature
That's not unlike a prophet receiving divine favor
Expected like that prophet that's promised in Isaiah
I struggle to wear the crown, I'm in need of a size greater
If I'm doing this at all, it's nothing besides major
We're in it for the profit, the plot is to buy acres
So tell your CEO when he's ready to fuck with Poe
He can call me up on the phone 'cause I'm ready to sign papers
My path is on display, look at that good view
Think of my MBA, maybe put it to good use
See, I have to ask myself when I think of an office life
Could I give up being a rapper?
There's only a good few, you see, yeah
I'm pretty sure you can check attendance
I'm not in their class, we don't even share a common entrance
I don't say this to be rude
When I'm sitting in my room
I just listen and I swear I hear voices
I hear voices whisper my name
Can you hear them, all that they say? (In life you have to pay your own way)
I will be more than you thought I could be (Talking 'bout life, yeah)
And these voices (Nothing's permanent)
See, um, look
I been told about life, you have to pay your own way
So I'm hated at Julius Berger 'cause I paved my own way
Look, I told my fam that I have to hold 'em down
Till we all carry pounds, I mean the type you don't weigh
Some things I don't say
Even though I'm meant to be going for the top, right?
Like a well-taken penalty
Voices have me thinking that I'm quite dope
I know this shit I'm smoking's not the reason for these high hopes
My girl is worried, she always says that I don't sleep enough
My manager keeps calling, telling me that I'm not deep enough
Adding to the pressure, as if the climb isn't steep enough
But he's just hoping that I keep it up
Truly Poe, for you not to blow, we can't afford it this year
Forget about an album, it's not important this year
They can't walk in your shoes 'cause they're imported this year
Still I find you in your room saying, "Chin, really, man, I hear voices"
I hear voices whisper my name
Can you hear them, all that they say?
I will be more than you thought I could be
And these voices
I hear...
Writer(s): Jane Fara Fauzzier Awindor, Ikon Ekwuyasi, Ladipo Eso
