Young Gordo - Voices In My Head lyrics

[Hook] Times is getting tough, we're starting to get desperate We're running out of luck, I'm losing this I cherish We gotta make it We gotta make it We gotta make it I try to pray to God but I'm steady losing patience These voices in my head telling me we gotta make it We gotta make it We gotta make it We gotta make it [Verse 1: Young Gordo] Most my friends don't know half the sh** that I'm going through My stepdad ain't worked in six months, I might be moving soon I won't even finish my last year in highschool, with the same people That I grew up with. We were so little Causing all that bullsh** Getting into trouble, the world was so basic Now that we've grown up, man it's not the same sh** Rich n***as tossing out that Lambo Murcielago In my house there's constant talks of moving to Chicago I pray to God that today I'll just f**ing hit the lotto The bills are piling up, I'm just thinking "Why Lord?" But we're gonna make it through, you can mark my words [Bridge] I'm still a kid, man This is f**ing bullsh** Troubles cloud my thoughts and somehow it's still lucid I'ma have to buck up, f** I gotta face it There ain't no other choice yo we gotta f**ing make it [Hook] Times is getting tough, we're starting to get desperate We're running out of luck, I'm losing this I cherish We gotta make it We gotta make it We gotta make it I try to pray to God but I'm steady losing patience These voices in my head telling me we gotta make it We gotta make it We gotta make it We gotta make it [Verse 2: Young Gordo] I still count my blessings, even if some missing Not enough for seconds so I hunger for my siblings I'd rather eat less than let them feel that stinging Family comes first, man that's just my way of thinking Gas wasn't paid, we had to shower in cold water Rather than bother my mother and stepfather I kept complaints to myself like a good son oughtta I know that times is tough and we can't afford luxuries I had a thousand dollars saved but that was spent on groceries And my college cla**es cause that sh** isn't cheap If I can't make it rapping I'll still have a degree But that's then and right now, rap is what's gon help me [Bridge] I'm still a kid, man This is f**ing bullsh** Troubles cloud my thoughts and somehow it's still lucid I'ma have to buck up, f** I gotta face it There ain't no other choice yo we gotta f**ing make it [Hook] Times is getting tough, we're starting to get desperate We're running out of luck, I'm losing this I cherish We gotta make it We gotta make it We gotta make it I try to pray to God but I'm steady losing patience These voices in my head telling me we gotta make it We gotta make it We gotta make it We gotta make it [Verse 3: Young Gordo] A few months from now, I'll be at a university Piling up this debt while my parents try supporting me Push that pride aside while we're calling all these favors I'll be damned if we aren't a nuisance to my neighbors Apply to every job, but nobody wants to call me back So it might be bout that time that I started selling sacks On the low my brother might have started selling crack Fighting down these tears while I'm laying down this track All this sh** that's going on, I won't let it show I just grit my teeth while I eat blow after blow Taking gut checks that life's dealing out We done made it so far, I can't give up now [Bridge] I'm still a kid, man This is f**ing bullsh** Troubles cloud my thoughts and somehow it's still lucid I'ma have to buck up, f** I gotta face it There ain't no other choice yo we gotta f**ing make it [Hook] Times is getting tough, we're starting to get desperate We're running out of luck, I'm losing this I cherish We gotta make it We gotta make it We gotta make it [Outtro] To God I'm praying I'm losing patience I'm losing patience I'm losing patience..