Mind=Gone (Interlude)
Sick in the head, so leave me alone
Just give me a moment with the microphone
Bang your head, this is rock and roll
Let it all go and lose control
String your high hopes on your broken halos
Bruise your soul on the lowest low
Never going to be a "Tech N9ne" or a "Twista"
Never going to be your "Krayzie Bone"
I "do me", haven't gave a care since '93
Look at all the bullshit they want me to be
But I'm not going to front with a "gangster lean"
Don't hang a chain, no fronts on my teeth
Don't sag my pants, no skinny jeans
Don't believe a damn word that them speak
Liars all around, them cowardly
Lions are what they want you to believe
But they're alley cats and I eat a pussy
Krazy Stylez on a crazy beat
Ink in my veins, chew through the loose leaf
Ugh ugh that's it, never going to give in, never going to rest
Always keep it flowing, always keep it fresh
Forever keep it rumbling, thunder in my chest
Tornado in my mind, lightning on my breath
I rain on your parade, stormtrooper till my death
Sick of the shit, they try to bury me in
But they're never going to find a fucking way
To make me give up on the faith
That I cherish within
I brandish this pen, blast at the demons
Let Gabriel sin
Til Shawn Christopher's walking again
This is how it's always been, a small cast of very good friends
"Schwimmer, Perry, Leblanc, Kudrow, Cox and Aniston"
I'm noticing, the older that I grow
There's less and less I find the patience for, for really though
I'm out the fucking door
Cuz I'm truly on, some other type of shit
They want to see me gone? I got a spot for their lips
They want to break me down? I got a slit for their wrists
You going to get me pissed and find themselves missed
So keep it kind, when you're in the zone
Or find on your own, that mind equals gone
My mind is gone
My mind is gone
Just give me a moment with the microphone
Bang your head, this is rock and roll
Let it all go and lose control
String your high hopes on your broken halos
Bruise your soul on the lowest low
Never going to be a "Tech N9ne" or a "Twista"
Never going to be your "Krayzie Bone"
I "do me", haven't gave a care since '93
Look at all the bullshit they want me to be
But I'm not going to front with a "gangster lean"
Don't hang a chain, no fronts on my teeth
Don't sag my pants, no skinny jeans
Don't believe a damn word that them speak
Liars all around, them cowardly
Lions are what they want you to believe
But they're alley cats and I eat a pussy
Krazy Stylez on a crazy beat
Ink in my veins, chew through the loose leaf
Ugh ugh that's it, never going to give in, never going to rest
Always keep it flowing, always keep it fresh
Forever keep it rumbling, thunder in my chest
Tornado in my mind, lightning on my breath
I rain on your parade, stormtrooper till my death
Sick of the shit, they try to bury me in
But they're never going to find a fucking way
To make me give up on the faith
That I cherish within
I brandish this pen, blast at the demons
Let Gabriel sin
Til Shawn Christopher's walking again
This is how it's always been, a small cast of very good friends
"Schwimmer, Perry, Leblanc, Kudrow, Cox and Aniston"
I'm noticing, the older that I grow
There's less and less I find the patience for, for really though
I'm out the fucking door
Cuz I'm truly on, some other type of shit
They want to see me gone? I got a spot for their lips
They want to break me down? I got a slit for their wrists
You going to get me pissed and find themselves missed
So keep it kind, when you're in the zone
Or find on your own, that mind equals gone
My mind is gone
My mind is gone
Credits
Writer(s): Kyle Fawley
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