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I got the feeling that theres a lot that you have on your mind
I got the feeling that theres a lot that you have on your mind um
That you can definitely articulate
Tell me what's on your mind, no filter
Some days I'm the flossing type
But then I walk around feeling like I attract the mice
See this 2 ways, like a hermaphrodite
I'm in your living room hiding in the mask of night
I lost my mind
A long time ago
I'm like thanks Mom
Someone sound the alarm
My mind is the till
Now the register gone
Knew something was wrong
When I took my P.O. to prom
I gave a fuck back then but now not so much
Now I just walk around gripping on both my nuts
Cause I'm probably in pain I got nasty stuff
Ya'll got pills for drips I'm drinking bleach in cups
Cocaine on the face of Jackson
In the corner of the couch with 2 sluts in action
Bust in 2 seconds on that Wendy's napkin
I rock the boat never question captain
Run up in a ASL conference
Spit metaphors that fuck up ya conscience
Interpreters all ran to doctors
Cause they fingers all wrapped up like chocolates
I am Majin Buu
This much is obvious
Ain't no question bout
Who the fuck is on next
Rap 8 mile spaghetti
With narco confetti
Meth on my plate so my vibe is plenty
In the HOV 80, doing 20
I need some sugar that your girl can lend me
In the lost and found
Looking for my mind
Looking lost ass fuck
Like whats my line
Whats the time
In what direction do I rhyme
Erect the game and direct the lines
Professor X you squares, rap pentagons
Suicide in the booth then get the hexagon
I really fucked this up
You want to be like me
I really fucked this up
You want to be like me
I really fucked this up
Anybody want to be like me
I really fucked this up
Yeah you should be just like me
I really fucked this up
You want to be like me
I really fucked this up
You want to be like me
I really fucked this up
Anybody want to be like me
I really fucked this up
Yeah you should be just like me
I hit the federal reserve
Hit a federal nerve
Feather never again
Find a ledge or a curb
Everybody put they mouth on the curb
I'm passing out what's deserved
I hope you hang on every word
I felt my only option is to pick up a gun
Run up in a Quicktrip for cash, gas, and gum
Run 17 on pump 1
Let me get a pack of skins for when I'm slapping skins
I died
I died
I died today
I went into cardiac
Round the time I took that Bacardi back
Quarters in the back room like a laundromat
Instead of OG, I OD'ed
Instead of venue popping ain't nobody gone know me
I'm just laying lifeless
Next to Bri and Sofie
No life in my chest
Weekend at Bernie's
Became Weekend at Killa's
Spent the weekend with killers
Now Killa lost in a sea of unfamiliars
Will Killa make it
They already stripping his body naked
Killa they all gonna kill ya
So you should just kill them
Who gives a fuck bout what they saying
Who gives a fuck about Nathan
Who gives a fuck about Sofie and Bri, Amanda or Peyton
Fuck Reggie and John
Fuck John's sister that blonde
I'm gonna kill ya'll
I'm gonna kill ya'll
Community blood spill ya'll
Blood bank on refill ya'll
Vampire porno demo real ya'll
Don't look at me puppet as I strangle and kill ya'll
What's the deal ya'll, I really fucked this up
I really fucked this up
You want to be like me
I really fucked this up
You want to be like me
I really fucked this up
Anybody want to be like me
I really fucked this up
Yeah you should be just like me
I really fucked this up
You want to be like me
I really fucked this up
You want to be like me
I really fucked this up
Anybody want to be like me
I really fucked this up
Yeah you should be just like me
I got the feeling that theres a lot that you have on your mind um
That you can definitely articulate
Tell me what's on your mind, no filter
Some days I'm the flossing type
But then I walk around feeling like I attract the mice
See this 2 ways, like a hermaphrodite
I'm in your living room hiding in the mask of night
I lost my mind
A long time ago
I'm like thanks Mom
Someone sound the alarm
My mind is the till
Now the register gone
Knew something was wrong
When I took my P.O. to prom
I gave a fuck back then but now not so much
Now I just walk around gripping on both my nuts
Cause I'm probably in pain I got nasty stuff
Ya'll got pills for drips I'm drinking bleach in cups
Cocaine on the face of Jackson
In the corner of the couch with 2 sluts in action
Bust in 2 seconds on that Wendy's napkin
I rock the boat never question captain
Run up in a ASL conference
Spit metaphors that fuck up ya conscience
Interpreters all ran to doctors
Cause they fingers all wrapped up like chocolates
I am Majin Buu
This much is obvious
Ain't no question bout
Who the fuck is on next
Rap 8 mile spaghetti
With narco confetti
Meth on my plate so my vibe is plenty
In the HOV 80, doing 20
I need some sugar that your girl can lend me
In the lost and found
Looking for my mind
Looking lost ass fuck
Like whats my line
Whats the time
In what direction do I rhyme
Erect the game and direct the lines
Professor X you squares, rap pentagons
Suicide in the booth then get the hexagon
I really fucked this up
You want to be like me
I really fucked this up
You want to be like me
I really fucked this up
Anybody want to be like me
I really fucked this up
Yeah you should be just like me
I really fucked this up
You want to be like me
I really fucked this up
You want to be like me
I really fucked this up
Anybody want to be like me
I really fucked this up
Yeah you should be just like me
I hit the federal reserve
Hit a federal nerve
Feather never again
Find a ledge or a curb
Everybody put they mouth on the curb
I'm passing out what's deserved
I hope you hang on every word
I felt my only option is to pick up a gun
Run up in a Quicktrip for cash, gas, and gum
Run 17 on pump 1
Let me get a pack of skins for when I'm slapping skins
I died
I died
I died today
I went into cardiac
Round the time I took that Bacardi back
Quarters in the back room like a laundromat
Instead of OG, I OD'ed
Instead of venue popping ain't nobody gone know me
I'm just laying lifeless
Next to Bri and Sofie
No life in my chest
Weekend at Bernie's
Became Weekend at Killa's
Spent the weekend with killers
Now Killa lost in a sea of unfamiliars
Will Killa make it
They already stripping his body naked
Killa they all gonna kill ya
So you should just kill them
Who gives a fuck bout what they saying
Who gives a fuck about Nathan
Who gives a fuck about Sofie and Bri, Amanda or Peyton
Fuck Reggie and John
Fuck John's sister that blonde
I'm gonna kill ya'll
I'm gonna kill ya'll
Community blood spill ya'll
Blood bank on refill ya'll
Vampire porno demo real ya'll
Don't look at me puppet as I strangle and kill ya'll
What's the deal ya'll, I really fucked this up
I really fucked this up
You want to be like me
I really fucked this up
You want to be like me
I really fucked this up
Anybody want to be like me
I really fucked this up
Yeah you should be just like me
I really fucked this up
You want to be like me
I really fucked this up
You want to be like me
I really fucked this up
Anybody want to be like me
I really fucked this up
Yeah you should be just like me
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Writer(s): Mel Sinclair
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