Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Lose My Mind, artist - Young Jeezy. Album song Go Crazy, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 27.07.2020
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: FP
Song language: English
Lose My Mind |
Why y’all trippin, I’m just fine |
Twelve forty five, 'bout that time |
Couldn’t get it all week, time to unwind |
Drank like tank, blew my mind |
This shit crazy, way too packed |
Rosetti baby, waste two stacks |
Hottest thing in the lot, that there mine |
Can’t spell sober, lose my mind |
I’m hearin' voices in my head think I’m schizophrenic |
I swear they sayin' lets get it from another planet |
Thirty six thousand times I’m doin' summer salts |
Do it right and you can leave ya whole summer off |
I’m out my mind, yeah a nigga seein' double ya’ll |
Tell me what’s the chance of jeezy fuckin' both of ya’ll |
She sad as long as we can do it with ya ice on |
If that’s the case we might as well leave the lights on |
I’m out my mind, just blew a thousand swisher sweets |
In my black and orange charger, call it trick or treat |
It ain’t nothin' to a boss, my goons got goons |
House stupid dumb big, my rooms got rooms |
Guess what my momma told me, she hate my partnas |
Guess why she hate em though, |
'Cause all of 'em robbin' |
Fuck the police, 'cause all of 'em problems |
White girls fun, 'cause all of 'em swallow |
Why I ain’t fuck her at the house, 'cause the bitch holla |
And where the pill man at, he need a blue dolphin |
All broke ass nigga, stop cock blockin' |
Security, I need help 'cause the bitch stalkin' |
A half fuckin' mill, that’s what the whip cost me |
One-hundred dollars, that’s what the pussy cost me |
And when the nigga start hatin', that’s when the nigga lost me |
Fantastico, that’s what the hoes call me |
Drop the top, no bra, got da titties out |
Mention my name and bring the whole city out |
Doin' what I do best, d-boy stuntin' |
New car, old money, d-boy stuntin' |
Step in cleaner then a new glock-40 |
Nickname in the A, strapped up shorty |
You know my nerves bad, trigger like a toothpick |
Line wrapped around the corner, boy too big |
G-O, black shades and my black chains |
But if you wouldn’t understand, it's a black thing |
You know we drink that rozay 'til we black out |
Wake up, drink some more, pass back out |