Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Mind Blown, artist - GeeYouDate of issue: 20.05.2021
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Mind Blown |
| I got a vibe, revive |
| Drippin' since knee high |
| My demons don’t sleep at night |
| then baby it right |
| And it blew my mind, they change up over night |
| Not with my new vibe, ain’t even felt that bitch |
| Oh I felt evil |
| At night, that’s when she called |
| Ain’t scared about no opps, they roll wit' |
| big smoke, 44 out that window |
| Lean out, slap man, like bingo |
| Fell in love with the whole store |
| Kitchen stories they untold |
| Manufacture, manufacture, uh, we in the bando takin' off |
| Cooking the kitchen, stick in the car |
| Give me th top, smoke this, take me to Mars, uh |
| Pop my shit, imma drop my shit, it’s gonna tak me far, uh |
| like, uh, uh |
| You don’t want smoke nah, nah, nah |
| My broski got a body in the car |
| And they see he a kidnapper |
| And for all of this pain, I’m pourin' up |
| I feel it floating up in my gut |
| (Lean up in my gut) |
| Blood diamond, rollin' wit' the forty we gon' fly 'em |
| And I’m wit' my broski, you know we slidin' |
| Get back gang, free my broski doing been time |
| Grab wit' a tek, tek, tek |
| Baby girl I just want the neck, neck, neck, neck |
| I’m steppin' wit' my bros he get 'em, wet, wet |
| I’m rollin' wit' my broski, we don’t chess press |
| Nine up in this fire, leave your bench wet |
| new to me said, flew to me |
| Kill tech, 223s |
| Diamonds on me regular, keep 'em talkin' make it hard to breathe |
| 4's on the field 'cause I, Offset and Cardi B |
| Would you leave me, no don’t tell me you need me |
| Yeah you locked up waitin' to phone home like E. T |
| Wrist get back gang |
| Had to stretch one at the red light, shoulda switched that lane |
| that tell me that you love me and don’t mean it |
| I drive repenting 'cause I pulled up in the Demon |
| Private lifestyle |
| Diamonds can’t fake |
| Cancún for all this jewelry to be forgave |
| Blood diamond, rollin' wit' the forty we gon' fly 'em |
| And I’m wit' my broski, you know we slidin' |
| Get back gang, free my broski doing been time |
| Grab wit' a tek, tek, tek |
| Baby girl I just want the neck, neck, neck, neck |
| I’m steppin' wit' my bros he get 'em, wet, wet |
| I’m rollin' wit' my broski, we don’t chess press |
| Nine up in this fire, leave your bench wet |