Losing My Mind Lyrics

I, am so fucked up

I'm losing my mind mane

I'm losing my mind

I'm losing my mind

I'm losing my mind

I think I'm losing my mind mane

I'm losing my mind

I think I'm losing it

I think I'm losing it

I think I'm losing my mind

I'm losing my mind

I think I'm losing my mind

I'm losing my mind

I think I'm losing my mind mane

I'm losing my mind

I think I'm losing it

I think I'm losing it

Wait

What up cuz

A damn minute

I think I have a swisher sweet

Grape, let's put something in it

Spinach

Let's smoke until it's diminished

This purple got me grinning

And looking like a chinning

Oops, I meant Chinese

I'm gone off these heine's

And maybe two or three vicodees

So please forgive me

If my words sound a tad slurred

I'm trying not to swerve

And crash into this fucking curve

I'll tell you what

I don't know if you ever pop a

Superman pill before

But ecstasy was the best for me

I was floating and feeling no gravity

Feeling stuck not giving a fuck

Me and my homeboys getting buck

Smoking weed

Selling caine

Fucking super bad bitches on the daily mane

Gritting my teeth

Fuck some sleep

Me and my niggas we roam the streets

Fucking freaks we seldom eat

We going hard or going homeless

and we play for keeps

We the sheets

I mean the shit

Bitch ass nigga don't you forget

Cause if you do

King Q will light your ass up

Like a cigarette

I'm losing my mind mane

I'm losing my mind

I'm losing my mind

I'm losing my mind

I think I'm losing my mind mane

I'm losing my mind

I think I'm losing it

I think I'm losing it

I think I'm losing my mind mane

I'm losing my mind

I think I'm losing my mind

I'm losing my mind

I think I'm losing my mind mane

I'm losing my mind

I think I'm losing it

I think I'm losing it

Yeah

Let's hit this fucking party

I'm sippin on Patron

Remy Martin and Bacardi

I know

Retarded

But that's how I got it started

I'm smokin on some bubblegum

That smell like someone's farted

It's loud

It stanks

But it goes real good with drank

Good golly

Miss Molly

Got me feeling like a tank

I am

I ain't

A savior nor a saint

I party all night

And go hard

In the paint

Who you think you ridin with

I been doing it since I was a kid

The shit I do

The shit I did

I really don't think you can handle it

What do you know about Lacing em up

Sippin on some yellow in

A big white cup

Poppin and chewin

On pacman my pills

And 45 minutes ain't throwin em up

I stay steamin on that broccoli

Somebody said they was watchin me

Well I guess I'll give em some to see

Watch me set fire to a thousand trees

I got stocking full of them damn candycanes

A hand full of pills and they ain't for pain

We going ham in this thang and

The worlds to blame

No sleep, OD, call me

Tip Cobain

I'm losing my mind mane

I'm losing my mind

I'm losing my mind

I'm losing my mind

I think I'm losing my mind mane

I'm losing my mind

I think I'm losing it

I think I'm losing it

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I think I'm losing my mind mane

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I think I'm losing it

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