stateofm1nd
(Mhm, mhm, mhm)
(Aha, aha, aha)
I've been in a state of mind and at peace
I can really solve the problem, put your mind at ease
I couldn't spend a check or dollar going sad about a bitch
I put Kenzo in my closet and a lil Cartier on my wrist (My wrist, my wrist)
I go from the Q to Bermuda
Lately I been laying my head down on this place up in Druid
Had to rekindle love with the music
For the clothing, I need it exclusive
I shared all of my money with Moses
And the teller was just who the Pope is
I be out of my mind like psychosis
I'm a double and triple these doses
They don't realize that I'm the closest
Half of them out there is bogus
Half them gon' make you lose focus
No stems, Zaza I'm smokin'
Zaza I'm always rollin'
Lovin' that Wok and I love when it's potent
Love when it's potent and love when its smokin' good
We just hit the gas, that Nitrous burn you just like a wood
I'm a go do the shit I just said I probably shouldn't
I been up and down that 85 since I remember I could
I've been in a state of mind and at peace
I can really solve the problem, put your mind at ease
I couldn't spend a check or dollar going sad about a bitch
I put Kenzo in my closet and a lil Cartier on my wrist (My wrist, my wrist)
If I want that, go hand it over
Tell me where it is
Kick him out the crib like he got evicted
Mixing that Promethazine and the spritz
I swear that that shit got me lifted
It's all about the ratio of the mixture
Shawty finally fallin'
I'm not fucking with life to be honest
I just hate when we fight no responding
All of my diamonds on me shining
Gucci with the Balmain
The clip, Tommy
And that lean just be hurting my tummy
I feel undead
Countin' deads, what you said?
She hop on my dick like a bunny
If it's rainin' I change it to sunny
When it's Sunday the next day is Monday
I'm stackin' up all of this money
I'm in the NAWF you can't be there buddy
I promise that this shit could really get ugly
(I promise that this shit could really get ugly)
Just tell me
(I promise that this shit could really get ugly)
Just tell me
Just tell me
Just tell me
Just tell me
Just tell me
Just tell me
Just tell me
Tell me!
Don't tell me that I'm not the same
Definitely not to blame
I swear that these bitches are all the same
I'm by myself
It is what it is, I can't tell myself that this gon' be alright
I can see the damn pain when I look at myself in the eye
Damn, put your pride on the shelf
Time for goodbye
(Aha, aha, aha)
I've been in a state of mind and at peace
I can really solve the problem, put your mind at ease
I couldn't spend a check or dollar going sad about a bitch
I put Kenzo in my closet and a lil Cartier on my wrist (My wrist, my wrist)
I go from the Q to Bermuda
Lately I been laying my head down on this place up in Druid
Had to rekindle love with the music
For the clothing, I need it exclusive
I shared all of my money with Moses
And the teller was just who the Pope is
I be out of my mind like psychosis
I'm a double and triple these doses
They don't realize that I'm the closest
Half of them out there is bogus
Half them gon' make you lose focus
No stems, Zaza I'm smokin'
Zaza I'm always rollin'
Lovin' that Wok and I love when it's potent
Love when it's potent and love when its smokin' good
We just hit the gas, that Nitrous burn you just like a wood
I'm a go do the shit I just said I probably shouldn't
I been up and down that 85 since I remember I could
I've been in a state of mind and at peace
I can really solve the problem, put your mind at ease
I couldn't spend a check or dollar going sad about a bitch
I put Kenzo in my closet and a lil Cartier on my wrist (My wrist, my wrist)
If I want that, go hand it over
Tell me where it is
Kick him out the crib like he got evicted
Mixing that Promethazine and the spritz
I swear that that shit got me lifted
It's all about the ratio of the mixture
Shawty finally fallin'
I'm not fucking with life to be honest
I just hate when we fight no responding
All of my diamonds on me shining
Gucci with the Balmain
The clip, Tommy
And that lean just be hurting my tummy
I feel undead
Countin' deads, what you said?
She hop on my dick like a bunny
If it's rainin' I change it to sunny
When it's Sunday the next day is Monday
I'm stackin' up all of this money
I'm in the NAWF you can't be there buddy
I promise that this shit could really get ugly
(I promise that this shit could really get ugly)
Just tell me
(I promise that this shit could really get ugly)
Just tell me
Just tell me
Just tell me
Just tell me
Just tell me
Just tell me
Just tell me
Tell me!
Don't tell me that I'm not the same
Definitely not to blame
I swear that these bitches are all the same
I'm by myself
It is what it is, I can't tell myself that this gon' be alright
I can see the damn pain when I look at myself in the eye
Damn, put your pride on the shelf
Time for goodbye
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