What Do I Do?
Tell me
What do I do, yeah
I'm losing my mind
When I'm talking to you
And I don't need no friends
But
I can't pretend, nah
That I am not tempted
I think I
Well I think I
Gotta go bye
Alright
I hate staring at roses, they remind me of my eyes
Every time I look at you, but see I'm blinded to the lies
You can really lose your focus when the highs are really high
And it sure don't help when the sock go up to your thigh
One thing I guess I've learned is that problems can be patient
Always waiting in the dark hoping for any frustration
Stop ignoring all the flags when they're damn near flagrant
And by the way I hate your dad, that piece of shit is racist
Hate on hate yeah well that statement can be ironic
I try to choose love, hard work, care and chronic
I swallowed so much pride that any minute I might vomit
So go throw it in the glass, and mix it up with tonic
This is me, this is peace, this is all I be
I Thank you for the invite, I've come to drop some heat
Cause it's my turn
And unlike you
I'm here to stay
Tell me
What do I do, yeah
I'm losing my mind
When I'm talking to you
And I don't need no friends
But
I can't pretend, nah
That I am not tempted
I think I
Well I think I
Gotta go bye
Alright
I'm trying to live young so i can stop feeling old
But time slips my fingers like the end of a roll
I've got a couple problems and I got a couple flows
That I'll turn into some magic, she can feel it in her toes
Suppose I am the man and the road ahead is paved
Well maybe it's a short one and I'll see an early grave
But please before you bury me make sure my face is shaved
So the haters see the real me and they can catch the fade
So get the party started
Cause I'm after bloody carpets
Soaking up the modern artist
Altitude is where I'm charted
Man I'm feeling like a Martian
Recognition is what I'm charging
Lock me up cause this arson
5 to life is but a bargain
But this is my voice, and there ain't nothing you can tell me
And I'm headed out the door, so there's nothing you can sell me
I gotta go
But before I do
Lemme ask you this
Tell me
What do I do, yeah
I'm losing my mind
When I'm talking to you
And I don't need no friends
But
I can't pretend, nah
That I am not tempted
I think I
Well I think I
Gotta go bye
Alright
What do I do, yeah
I'm losing my mind
When I'm talking to you
And I don't need no friends
But
I can't pretend, nah
That I am not tempted
I think I
Well I think I
Gotta go bye
Alright
I hate staring at roses, they remind me of my eyes
Every time I look at you, but see I'm blinded to the lies
You can really lose your focus when the highs are really high
And it sure don't help when the sock go up to your thigh
One thing I guess I've learned is that problems can be patient
Always waiting in the dark hoping for any frustration
Stop ignoring all the flags when they're damn near flagrant
And by the way I hate your dad, that piece of shit is racist
Hate on hate yeah well that statement can be ironic
I try to choose love, hard work, care and chronic
I swallowed so much pride that any minute I might vomit
So go throw it in the glass, and mix it up with tonic
This is me, this is peace, this is all I be
I Thank you for the invite, I've come to drop some heat
Cause it's my turn
And unlike you
I'm here to stay
Tell me
What do I do, yeah
I'm losing my mind
When I'm talking to you
And I don't need no friends
But
I can't pretend, nah
That I am not tempted
I think I
Well I think I
Gotta go bye
Alright
I'm trying to live young so i can stop feeling old
But time slips my fingers like the end of a roll
I've got a couple problems and I got a couple flows
That I'll turn into some magic, she can feel it in her toes
Suppose I am the man and the road ahead is paved
Well maybe it's a short one and I'll see an early grave
But please before you bury me make sure my face is shaved
So the haters see the real me and they can catch the fade
So get the party started
Cause I'm after bloody carpets
Soaking up the modern artist
Altitude is where I'm charted
Man I'm feeling like a Martian
Recognition is what I'm charging
Lock me up cause this arson
5 to life is but a bargain
But this is my voice, and there ain't nothing you can tell me
And I'm headed out the door, so there's nothing you can sell me
I gotta go
But before I do
Lemme ask you this
Tell me
What do I do, yeah
I'm losing my mind
When I'm talking to you
And I don't need no friends
But
I can't pretend, nah
That I am not tempted
I think I
Well I think I
Gotta go bye
Alright
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Writer(s): Dylan Griffiths
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