Out of My Mind

Here I come with another song
Strapped with weed strapped with my bong
I kidnapped Lionel Richie and we're going to get High all night long
I live that red life fast life
Fuck your cash and your ice
My souls got no price
Drop you like poor Obie Trice
Real name no gimmicks
I'm just a fucking misfit
You scared like piglet
I pull you apart like physics
I speak to the mystics
Damn what is this
Abracadabra watch me slap ya
Put your dukes down I'm not going to dap ya
My goons are going to step up to you but they ain't going to attack ya
Like that time I was beat with sticks
Multiple kicks I tried to get up but I'd always slip my shoes had no fucking grip
Ain't that a fucking bitch
Uh Uh Yo
I got no friends I got team
All I have is my dream
Every song is a plot a theme
I'm ready to Hack your Genes
Slap your bitch damn I'm mean
You wouldn't survive everything I've seen
Outta my mind like Martin Sheen
The Apocalypse is what it seems
Out of school by the age sixteen
Almost died at the age of eighteen
Stuck in a can just like a sardine
I was born on Halloween



Credits
Writer(s): Ricardo Cabral
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