| Outta my brain, I’m going out of my brain
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| Outta my brain, you best get out my way
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| Spend my days wondering if I’m okay
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| Cause I’m outta my brain
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| Yeah!
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| Think I dove off the deep end
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| Got too fucked up last weekend
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| Think I need to go repent
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| Before I finish charging my G-Pen
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| I don’t know what I’m seekin'
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| Why I keep the hotel room reekin'
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| Phone full of freaks it’s indecent
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| Grand-mama said I need Jes-us
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| Everybody wanna tell me I should slow down
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| And just hold out, for that safe flight
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| I don’t really want to down-shift, but going too fast to hit stop lights
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| I’m gon' hit it hard till the fuel’s gone
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| There’s no rooftops, you can’t do wrong
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| R.I.P. |
| to my neutrons
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| Been abusing them for just too long
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| Outta my brain, I’m going out of my brain
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| Outta my brain, you best get out my way
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| Spend my days wondering if I’m okay
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| Cause I’m outta my brain
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| Ha!
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| Yo, I think I’m losing it
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| Going out of my brain I’m a lunatic
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| To be honest, I’m used to it
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| I feel like I hacked my computer chip
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| Homie, I’ve been doing this
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| I’ve been lighting spliffs, I’ve been through the fifth
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| I’m through arguing with you derelicts
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| I’m trying to find a chick and just shoot the shit
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| I’m a product of the fast life
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| I can’t slow down, I gotta hold on tight
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| Deuces to the rear-view, I can’t U-turn, I can’t stop my flight
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| Turned up in the headphones
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| And if it’s too loud, I hope that that’s alright
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| What I’m saying is it’s all good, since I let go and I lost my mind
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| Outta my brain, I’m going out of my brain
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| Outta my brain, you best get out my way
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| Spend my days wondering if I’m okay
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| Cause I’m outta my brain
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| Yah yah yah yah
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| I’m feeling like I’m out of it
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| I done turned into an alcoholic, and my mama ain’t too proud of it
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| I’m outta my brain like it has revolving doors
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| I walk off, I’ve gone to whores
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| I get love in Atlanta, over to Baltimore
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| I get drunk and to the point that I can’t walk no more
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| My nigga, yellin' «Jarren get up off the floor»
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| Goddamn it, I can’t wait to get back home from tour!
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| I get back home
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| And thing’s all wrong
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| And not knowing it was bad all along
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| My baby mama threw the deuces, she said «Nigga I’m gone»
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| She threw my shit up on the curb, I gotta call top wr-wr-wr-wr-wrong
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| How did I become such an embarrassment
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| I take a couple days off, just like Ferris did
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| Yah, R.I.P my brain cells are perishing
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| Somebody get a preacher and a therapist
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| Outta my brain, I’m going out of my brain
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| Outta my brain, you best get out my way
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| Spend my days wondering if I’m okay
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| Cause I’m outta my brain |