Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Usual Suspects, artist - Hollywood Undead. Date of issue: 30.03.2015
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Usual Suspects |
| I think I’ve lost my mind |
| I think I’ve lost my mind |
| I think I’ve lost my mind |
| I think I’ve lost my mind |
| Woke up one morning on the Sunset Strip |
| With a half-smoked blunt and some blood on my lip |
| Hit up Loraine for the Mary Jane |
| Man, all she had left was ménage à trois |
| Rolled in the pink, I picked up some Cuervo |
| Walking sideways and I’m starting to swerve, oh |
| Last night was wild, blew my money at Jumbo’s |
| Wine and dine, tig ol' bitties and bimbos |
| Hollywood rat pack, cans in my backpack |
| Cruise through your valley and I’m snatching your snapbacks |
| Huffing on some paint and I think that I’m half black |
| Roll another blunt and fuck it up over this track |
| I think I’ve lost my mind |
| But I’m feeling so alive |
| What a pity, it’s so pretty |
| Looking through the bars and I see my city |
| I think I’ve lost my mind |
| Yeah, I’m feeling so alive |
| What a pity, it’s so pretty |
| Looking through the bars and I see my city |
| If everybody gotta be everything they wanna be |
| I don’t think I’d see you bitches sitting right in front of me |
| You can tint the windows, packing up the pistols |
| Bitch was talking shit 'bout my Hollywood hits, so… |
| You can come west, but you’ll never be West Coast |
| Doping all these motherfuckers deep in the DeSoto |
| Oh no, tell me what you wanna be |
| You can be anything but not another Three |
| I’m a holy roller, slow blunt smoker |
| The mask on the page of a wanted poster |
| Look into my eyes and tell me what you see |
| The wickedness in you is the wickedness in me |
| I think I’ve lost my mind |
| But I’m feeling so alive |
| What a pity, it’s so pretty |
| Looking through the bars and I see my city |
| I think I’ve lost my mind |
| Yeah, I’m feeling so alive |
| What a pity, it’s so pretty |
| Looking through the bars and I see my city |
| How did I let this happen? |
| This life I can’t get back from |
| This fully loaded magnum, if you got some questions, ask 'em |
| I turned into a madman like Dahmer mixed with Manson |
| I’ll take your soul for ransom, make you scream my fucking anthem |
| I’m knocking at your door, I’m pacing back and forth |
| You better board up your windows 'cause I’mma start a war |
| Or maybe I’m just tripping, this weed has got me spinning |
| Undead until I die so when I die you know I’m living |
| I think I’ve lost my mind |
| I think I’ve lost my mind |
| I think I’ve lost my mind |
| I think I’ve lost my mind |
| I think I’ve lost my mind |
| But I’m feeling so alive |
| What a pity, it’s so pretty |
| Looking through the bars and I see my city |
| I think I’ve lost my mind |
| Yeah, I’m feeling so alive |
| What a pity, it’s so pretty |
| Looking through the bars and I see my city |
| I think I’ve lost my mind |
| But I’m feeling so alive |
| What a pity, it’s so pretty |
| Looking through the bars and I see my city |
| I think I’ve lost my mind |
| Yeah, I’m feeling so alive |
| What a pity, it’s so pretty |
| Looking through the bars and I see my city |