Usual Suspects
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Usual Suspects
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I think I've lost my mind
I think I've lost my mind
I think I've lost my mind
I think I've lost my mind
Woke up one morning on the sunset strip
With the half smoked blunt and some blood on my lip
Hit up the brain for that mary jane
Man, all she had left was menajetwa
Rolled in the pink I picked up some cuervo
Walking sideways and I'm starting to swerv-o
Wine and dine, tig ol' bitties and bimbos
Hollywood rap pack, cans in my back pack
Cruse through your valley and I'm snatchin' your snapback
Hoppin' on some paint and I think that I'm half black
Roll another blunt and fuck it up over this track
I think I've lost my mind
I'm feeling so alive
What a pity, it's so pretty
Looking through the bars and I see my city
I think I've lost my mind
I'm feeling so alive
What a pity, it's so pretty
Looking through the bars and I see my city
If everybody gotta be everything they wanna be
I don't think I think you bichtes sitting right in front of me
Look into the windows, packing up the pistols
These bitches talking shit about a hollywood hit song
You can come west but you will never be west coast
Dopin' on these motherfuckers deep in the desoto
Oh no, tell me whatcha wanna be
You can be anything but not another 3
Got the holy roller?
The mask on the page of a wanted poster
Look into my eyes and tell me what you see
The wickedness in you is the wickedness in me
I think I've lost my mind
I'm feeling so alive
What a pity, it's so pretty
Looking through the bars and I see my city
I think I've lost my mind
I'm feeling so alive
What a pity, it's so pretty
Looking through the bars and I see my city
How did I let this happen?
This life I can't get back from
The fully loaded magnum
If you got some questions, ask them!
I turn into a mad man like dahmer mixed with manson
I take the soul for answer, make you scream my fucking anthem
I'm knocking at your door
I play some back and forth
You better board up your windows 'cuz imma start a war
Or maybe I'm just trippin'
This weed has got me spinnin'
Undead until I die so when I die you know I'm livin'
I think I've lost my mind
I think I've lost my mind
I think I've lost my mind
I think I've lost my mind
I think I've lost my mind
I'm feeling so alive
What a pity, it's so pretty
Looking through the bars and I see my city
I think I've lost my mind
I'm feeling so alive
What a pity, it's so pretty
Looking through the bars and I see my city
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