Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song My Mind, artist - Young BopDate of issue: 09.02.2015
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
My Mind |
| I might just explode, my mind in sick mode |
| And I can’t control my… |
| In my wicked soul all kinds of shit grows |
| And I just expose my… |
| What you wanna do? |
| What you looking for? |
| Wanna start some shit? |
| Well, here we go |
| We can do it… On the double |
| ‘Cause I’ve been itching for some trouble |
| It will gonna be down, ‘Cause I got a lot of pain |
| You don’t want me to clown…‘Cause I’m feeling insane |
| And I ain’t gonna stop… I ain’t got no brain |
| I’mma hit you hard… I don’t feel ashamed |
| I don’t care about shit… But I gotta get dough |
| And I might just click… Put your ass on the floor |
| ‘Cause you a bitch… You a fraud |
| I don’t like you… You a broad |
| I don’t got success… I ain’t got no luck |
| But I got my stress, so I need your blood |
| I can taste it on my tongue |
| My life is wasted, my anger’s from my |
| Hunger… |
| I might just explode, my mind in sick mode |
| And I can’t control my hunger |
| In my wicked soul all kinds of shit grows |
| And I just expose my hunger… |
| They don’t understand me, probably why they fear me |
| Mama said to slow down, the drugs is gonna kill me |
| In the world all alone… Can somebody hear me? |
| Please don’t knock me out of my zone |
| I ease my mind when I like to steal it |
| In the mind of a psycho, middle of the night with a rifle |
| Put my right hand on the Bible, I will slice you up like Michael |
| Mic shall pass with the knife yo, I go get, this is so crazy |
| Homicide the Earth 'til the murder on the rifles |
| Finna act out when I black out, Jay-Z |
| Gotta feed my hunger… Mr. Ouiji |
| Awake me from my slumber, the gates open up and release me |
| Drawn like a cartoon, niggas get to running |
| When I’m on tectonics tell the hunter to the hunting |
| Sharper than the harpoon, running in the short full |
| Sitting in the dark room, chewing on a stomach |
| Kill ‘em all, kill ‘em all, quick, jigsaw bitch in Saw type 6 |
| Digit all up, zip it all up, rip it all up |
| And stuff pieces then I feed it to my pigs |
| This nigger’s really sick, ain’t really with the shit |
| She know that I’m a demon, sucking semen on my dick |
| Smoking on the sticky, got me drifting off a bit |
| Burn like ether cause my niggas keep it lit |
| Hunger… |
| I might just explode, my mind in sick mode |
| And I can’t control my hunger |
| In my wicked soul all kinds of shit grows |
| And I just expose my hunger… |
| If he don’t like you… Then I don’t like you |
| Might get a bit ripped gut… See, I’m not like you |
| Shit, I might Tech N9ne you… That’s how they find me |
| In the bathroom all chocked up, I’mma get mean when it’s time to |
| And I got this problem… Meet me, just call it |
| All you gotta do is say it… And I’m right behind you |
| And I like that raw shit, bloody up that whore shit |
| See, I got that, I don’t give a fuck about shit and alcoholism |
| I spit that cocaine, mind me on cocaine |
| Making my cigarette in cocaine, shit, this is no game |
| My trust is fucked up… So I might get fucked up |
| Ain’t got nobody that got my back, so I just suck it up |
| I was raised, you fucking joke, you might get tucked up |
| Bring the body over here, that meat is uncut |
| I can taste it… On my tongue |
| My life is wasted… My anger’s from… |
| Fucking with my |
| Hunger… |
| I might just explode, my mind in sick mode |
| And I can’t control my hunger |
| In my wicked soul all kinds of shit grows |
| And I just expose my hunger… |