YOUNG JEEZY - Lose My Mind Lyrics

Why ya'll tripin I'm just fine 1245 bout dat time been at it all week time to unwind drank like a tank
lose my mind this shit crazy way to packed rosea baby waste two stacks hottest thing in the lot
That there mine can't spell sober lost my mind


I'm hearin voices in my head think I'm schizophrenic swear they sayin let's get it from another
Planet 36 a thousand times do a summer-salt do it right you can live your whole summer raw
I'm out my mind yea a nigga seeing double ya'll tell me wats the chance of jizzle fuckin both of
Ya'll she said as long as we can do it with ya ice on if that's the case we might as well leave
The lights on I'm out my mind just blew a thousand swisher sweets in my black and orange
Charger call it trick or treat it ain't nothin to a boss my goons got goons house stupid dumb big
My room got rooms


Why ya'll tripin I'm just fine 1245 bout dat time been at it all week time to unwind drank like a tank
lose my mind this shit crazy way to packed rosea baby waste two stacks hottest thing in the lot
That there mine can't spell sober lost my mind


Guess wat my moma told me she hate my patnas guess why she hate em though cause all
Of em robbin fuck the police cause all of em problems white girls fun cause all of em swallow why
I ain't fucked her at the house cause the bitch holla where the pill man at he need a blue dolphin
Ol broke ass niggas stop cock blockin security I need help cause the bitch stalkin a half fuckin mill
That's wat the whip cost me one hundred dollars that's wat the pussy cost me when the nigga
Start hatin that's when the nigga lost me fantastico that's wat the hoes call me


Why ya'll tripin I'm just fine 1245 bout dat time been at it all week time to unwind draml like a tank
lose my mind this shit crazy way to packed rosea baby waste two stacks hottest thing in the lot
That there mine can't spell sober lost my mind


Drop the top no bra got the titties out mention my name and bring the whole city out doin
Wat I do best d-boy stuntin new car old money d-boy stuntin step game cleaner than a new
Glock 40 my nickname in the A strapped up shorty u know my nerves bad trigger like a tooth
Pick line wrapped around the corner boy to thick? black shades and my black chains look u
Wouldn't understand it's a black thang u know we drank that rosea until we black out wake up
Drank some more and pass back out


Thanks to D.Smith for correcting these lyrics

Thanks to Brandy for correcting these lyrics
 

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