Weerd Science - The Voices on Prince St., Kingston, NY 12401 lyrics

I've got another story to tell Check, check Wake up get out of bed I put the third and fourth eye on my head Made my way to the fridge for some breakfast But the fridge was empty, so man, check this: I made my way out the front door Alls I had to do was head down to the store But the voices kept nagging me that I need more I got out my phone and called my drug dealer (Hello? Hey, yo [beep] do you have any sh**?) (Yeah, for sure bro, head on over to the crib.) Instead of eatin' I walk in the streets And I cant help but feel like I'm just kinda defeatin' The purpose of my existence, but these goddamn voices are so persistant (C'mon!) I get to my drug dealer's house ('Bout time) And as usual he lays one out Damn, I do feel better You voices really know your sh** man, go figure (That's right!) We are all the voices that live in your head And we've got nothing better to do than f** with you until you're dead We are all the voices that live in your head And we've got nothing better to do than f** with you until you're dead I dont know how you guys knew But I really do feel awesome so sh**, thanks dudes (No problem) Hmm, now what to do? I could eat something or just start drinkin at noon (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) Choices, choices, voices what you think? (You should get some c**aine and definitely go drink) Yeah, f** it what the hell So I head on to the only bar open at twelve (Lets go!) And as I head inside, put my head on the table with my pindot eyes, n' It should come as no surprise that this occurance it became my every day life (So what) But I dont see nothin wrong with it (What) The voices said that it was totally cool and sh** (It's fine, do another line, have another drink) Ahh, f** it all right (Let's go!) We are all the voices that live in your head And we've got nothing better to do than f** with you until you're dead We are all the voices that live in your head And we've got nothing better to do than f** with you until you're dead And as the clock hit five I swear I musta drank twenty shots no lie (That's nothin') Man, it's gotta be time to go home But the voices again, man, they just said (NO) Well okay, how long are we gonna stay? ('Til you f** another fat chick) Oh, please not today I cant do this anymore I got records to make I got sh** to do, got a new plan to break, but (Whatever) f** it, I guess if we're gonna hang I'ma need some more cash to make this long night last 'Til my wallet's empty, so what do ya'll say? (Fine) Take my ATM, go get some money You know the code, and please hurry back 'Cause I'm coming down fast and I need some more coke As quick as it left it came back We were looking for some blow but we settled for some smack Man this bar is the size of a living room And they're all drug addicts (But Josh, not you!) But you guys wont stop 'til I'm the brokest dude (Nope) 'Til my toe's been tagged and I'm bagged in blue: dead We are all the voices that live in your head And we've got nothing better to do than f** with you until you're dead We are all the voices that live in your head And we've got nothing better to do than f** with you until you're dead (We are, we are)