| I think I’ve lost my mind
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| I think I’ve lost my mind
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| I think I’ve lost my mind
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| I think I’ve lost my mind
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| Woke up one morning on the Sunset Strip
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| With a half-smoked blunt and some blood on my lip
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| Hit up Loraine for the Mary Jane
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| Man, all she had left was ménage à trois
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| Rolled in the pink, I picked up some Cuervo
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| Walking sideways and I’m starting to swerve, oh
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| Last night was wild, blew my money at Jumbo’s
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| Wine and dine, tig ol' bitties and bimbos
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| Hollywood rat pack, cans in my backpack
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| Cruise through your valley and I’m snatching your snapbacks
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| Huffing on some paint and I think that I’m half black
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| Roll another blunt and fuck it up over this track
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| I think I’ve lost my mind
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| But I’m feeling so alive
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| What a pity, it’s so pretty
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| Looking through the bars and I see my city
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| I think I’ve lost my mind
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| Yeah, I’m feeling so alive
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| What a pity, it’s so pretty
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| Looking through the bars and I see my city
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| If everybody gotta be everything they wanna be
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| I don’t think I’d see you bitches sitting right in front of me
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| You can tint the windows, packing up the pistols
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| Bitch was talking shit 'bout my Hollywood hits, so…
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| You can come west, but you’ll never be West Coast
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| Doping all these motherfuckers deep in the DeSoto
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| Oh no, tell me what you wanna be
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| You can be anything but not another Three
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| I’m a holy roller, slow blunt smoker
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| The mask on the page of a wanted poster
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| Look into my eyes and tell me what you see
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| The wickedness in you is the wickedness in me
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| I think I’ve lost my mind
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| But I’m feeling so alive
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| What a pity, it’s so pretty
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| Looking through the bars and I see my city
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| I think I’ve lost my mind
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| Yeah, I’m feeling so alive
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| What a pity, it’s so pretty
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| Looking through the bars and I see my city
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| How did I let this happen? |
| This life I can’t get back from
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| This fully loaded magnum, if you got some questions, ask 'em
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| I turned into a madman like Dahmer mixed with Manson
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| I’ll take your soul for ransom, make you scream my fucking anthem
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| I’m knocking at your door, I’m pacing back and forth
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| You better board up your windows 'cause I’mma start a war
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| Or maybe I’m just tripping, this weed has got me spinning
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| Undead until I die so when I die you know I’m living
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| I think I’ve lost my mind
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| I think I’ve lost my mind
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| I think I’ve lost my mind
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| I think I’ve lost my mind
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| I think I’ve lost my mind
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| But I’m feeling so alive
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| What a pity, it’s so pretty
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| Looking through the bars and I see my city
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| I think I’ve lost my mind
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| Yeah, I’m feeling so alive
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| What a pity, it’s so pretty
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| Looking through the bars and I see my city
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| I think I’ve lost my mind
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| But I’m feeling so alive
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| What a pity, it’s so pretty
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| Looking through the bars and I see my city
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| I think I’ve lost my mind
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| Yeah, I’m feeling so alive
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| What a pity, it’s so pretty
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| Looking through the bars and I see my city |