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I cant feel my mind Baby, hey, I'm not crazy stressed

Lately got me feelin' heavy and it's my

Choice To drink away my friends and it's my choice

To say when this'll end

We're black and in Paris, it's 4 a.m &

Im sober, she wore a blouse made of yellow

She said, oh please hold the door sir

She had a glint in her eye

A kick in her step she had bruising on her knees

She had bruising on her neck, yeah

French bitch, rail thin she smelled of cigarettes

Red wine the stain upon her lips

A crooked smile with a yellow tint

With a yellow tint

She said, careful, boy, never let your circle drain your energy

Said, careful, boy, treat you as a God, then one day won't believe

Said, careful, boy, don't presume to trust in things you cannot see

Said, careful, boy, careful, boy, don't end up shit like me

I cant feel my mind Baby, hey, I'm not crazy stressed

Lately got me feelin' heavy and it's my

Choice To drink away my friends and it's my choice

To say when this'll end

Got a hole in my ego & and it never might be fed

Put a bullet in my heart, why not a bullet in my head

Hadnt notice all the snakes until they started with their hiss

Got a mind to grab a cleaver and start swingin' for the head

Oh, oh no, I'm lonely, when alone

There's no one left to hear now that I've sent the fuckers home

A legend without legends throwing rocks in all glass homes

Love the money, do they love me? I've got money, never know

Bow, shake the brat like a nightcap

Fleece the sheep might Somali a pirate

Wow trigger click like a pipette

We on top and you stay where you type it

Rouse, put the verse in a pyrex

At the stove bare nude with a chef hat, town

Drop a pin tryna find that

Brought gloves so at least you can fight back

Pause, well they saying he a rat man

Put a link in the chat so we can hack man

Got a logon his keys so when man goes to cheese

Im alerted by every new tap man

He a bitch and will soon be a dead man

Hackerman brought the bones and the feds in

At his door with a jar full of piss

Brought a gun and spoon

Backup quite high tech

Out my mind Baby, hey, I'm not crazy stressed

Lately got me feelin' heavy and it's my

Choice To drink away my friends and it's my choice

To say when this'll end

I cant feel my mind Baby, hey, I'm not crazy stressed

Lately got me feelin' heavy and it's my

Choice To drink away my friends and it's my choice

To say when this'll end