Lyrics Lost My Mind - wifisfuneral, Kembe X

Lost My Mind

I think that I lost my mind
I think, I think, I think, I think
I think that I lost my mind
I think, I think, I think, I think
I think that I lost my mind
I think, I think, I think, I think
I think that I lost my mind
I think that I lost my mind
I hope I don’t gotta load my gun
Ok, protect me from within
Suffocate my lungs
Cause when I see this living giving
I peep it then run
Sierra Leone with yo diamond soul, let go
I see you shine then some
Brighter then rising suns
I rise from grace then come
This ain’t no vacation
I leave you so vacant
Vacate fornicate with cunts
This life gon' cost you big bucks
Praying I get my dick sucked
Praying these racks won’t get touched
Russian roulette what they want
To be controlled wasn’t fun
Question my chick
Cause in with me a demon off is unconscious
Won’t you take a sit with me, huh?
I swear this ain’t what they want
Won’t you take a sit with me, huh?
I think that I lost my mind
I think, I think, I think, I think
I think that I lost my mind
I think, I think, I think, I think
I think that I lost my mind
I think, I think, I think, I think
I think that I lost my mind
I think that I lost my mind
I think, I think, I think, I think
I think that I lost my mind
I think, I think, I think, I think
I think that I lost my mind
I think, I think, I think, I think
I think that I lost my mind
I think that I lost my mind
What up Henry?
What up Wifi?
I didn’t mean to get too sentimental
I just need new instrumentals
Trying to keep cool, trynna stay sane
Knowing my rights might flew out the window
Been praying till' I’m blue in the face
Blowing in the wind still knowing I’mma win
Constantly misunderstood, new lead term
Lately, I quit all the wood
In a LA crib cooked up
Niggas think that I went Hollywood
On a porch in the Hills, standing on the edge
Just might jump, probably should
Thinking bout' back home
Thinking about that dough
Is niggas went too up random
In twelve bring up flat though
My hope’s bout' the flat line
My face snuck out the back door
I think I took a flat screen
I might just pop it flat though
With demons, I’ve been wrestling
My pack is off the map though
The wind look like I’m resting
We nigga rich and white broke
The way that I been feeling lately
The truth is that I might be finished
Knocking on the gates of heaven knowing that all of us sinners
The pressure in impact is growing
It’s certain knocking us senseless
The scariest part of it all is that I’ve been aware since the beginning
I think that I lost my mind
I think, I think, I think, I think
I think that I lost my mind
I think, I think, I think, I think
I think that I lost my mind
I think, I think, I think, I think
I think that I lost my mind
I think that I lost my mind