FUCKED UP MIND Lyrics

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As you can see, I'm just explorin

They mad at me, hate what I'm showin

Pockets are straight, bitch, I'm never foldin

Bodie beside me toting a full clip

We have dreams on the line, of tourin

Come at me right, I might just floor it

What is my life with all these hoes, man

My heart is fried because of my head

Nothing inside, who wants to commit

I grab my nine, contemplate shit

It seems my mind is tied with my chest

There is no sidelight beside my blick

I plan to leave behind my whole vision

Pursue the life I live in

I'm way up high in admission

Goin' through another, yet another transition

I hold the power to maintain my ambitions

Fuck some flowers and fuck all those kisses, bitch

Fuck all the hours that my ass spent with you

That don't mean shit when it's all in your head

Knowing you, I'm probably better off dead

Knowing you, you probably back with your ex

Runnin' away from love like it's the feds

With my heart pumpin' on the bed

What's the picture you have in your head

Got a lot to say, but I'm left on read, so

Shawty, what you wanna do instead

Shawty, now I know I'm in your head

Shawty, what you wanna do instead

Shawty, what you wanna do instead

Shawty, now I know I'm in your head

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As you can see, I'm just explorin

They mad at me, hate what I'm showin

Pockets are straight, bitch, I'm never foldin

Brodie beside me toting a full clip

We have dreams on the line, I'm tourin

Come at me right, I might destrit

What is my life with all these hoes, man