Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Losing My Mind, artist - Tnl
Date of issue: 09.04.2020
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Losing My Mind |
Feel the pressure but it’s lesser, grab my keys from off the dresser |
Won’t finesse ya, I been better, read a letter I should shred up |
I been fed up as a bitch, feelin setup by life’s shit |
Medicated in a whip, head to Vegas wit the click |
Not that famous or too rich, still a favorite to win this |
Tell a hater suck a dick, savor greatness when I spit |
See I climbed from out the pit, bitch I rhyme for different kicks |
Built a mountain outta bricks, shoutin spoutin off some shit |
FUCK EM ALL! EAT A DICK! See me bitch?! Geez we get |
No respect like Dangerfield, maybe I can make em feel |
My anger in a major yield, lately I been hatin bills |
Rappin is my only skill, it happens I stay holy still |
They bitin us no Holyfield, ignitin what’s inside me chill |
Lightnin flashin crashin kill, this assassin loves the thrill |
Rappin is my passion still, attackin all who nap on real |
Battle Creek hoe know the deal? Ask the people we been ill |
No I won’t lie, I did my all to survive |
Nowhere to hide, sometimes I wanted to die |
Never too cautious, see the look in my eye? |
Don’t bother to stop us, I’m losing my mind |
I been searching for myself all my life like what the fuck? |
Man they stabbed in the back and they drug my name through the mud! |
So I feel zero compassion while laughing loading that slug! |
Marijuana fill my lungs and I’m frozen holdin |
That gun! |
Take a look into the mirror and I’m scared at what I’ve become |
Man, this monster deep inside me’s burning pass me that rum! |
I remember all the times I went hungry eating them crumbs! |
So I sympathize for all of the homeless y’all the fuckin bums! |
Like here I come! Soldiers banging they drums, right in the creek! |
Talk is cheap bitch we fight in the streets playing for keeps! |
Tight as jeans on the ass of my queen, Mac and a beam |
Sack of trees blowing bags of that green shoot magazines! |
And in back of me, is a pack of G’s, where the action be, and I’ll snap and |
squeeze |
Couldn’t rat on me for the Mac and cheese hit em young og’s wit a bag of weed |
Body bag and flee, don’t be mad at me!, bitch it’s Battle Creek, |
call the cavalry! |
I’m your majesty, couldn’t fathom g, spit em rapid heat, wanna jab wit me?! |
LIL BITCH ITS LUUUSSSS! |
No I won’t lie, I did my all to survive |
Nowhere to hide, sometimes I wanted to die |
Never too cautious, see the look in my eye? |
Don’t bother to stop us, I’m losing my mind |