Chase Allen - Losing My Mind lyrics

rate me

Rotting cause contamination

Salmonella flow I think I need sanitation

Heart racing, play the block, skip that jackasion

Harder than the first 5 minutes of masturbation

Empty the whole clip I don’t like moderation

These niggas broke they might need examination

On they pockets, money on my visa

Sleeping on chase like they made up anesthesia

Believe me, I touch cheese like a Keebler

Pocket full of grants and franklins Aretha

Get dough, beat the competition like I’m Klitcho

That’s a Russian boxer boy man you know

Ok, groove it, groove it, like I’m dron …

Dipping in Mercedes real all like it is saucer

Swerving, like my last name ash often

Listen to this player with the…ok

Sometimes I feel like losing my mind

I think it gets me

Sometimes I feel like losing my mind

It’s making me loose

Yo I spit like my girl got twins in the belly

No food in the carriage, just pina butter and jelly

I get the hood hope the commissary desalis

Tryina treat money like little boys and new man garetti

Surrounded by pregnant teens, these men turn to diary queens

They wearing weaving…wish this was a scary dream

Political ductape so you can’t hear me scream

They want me to beefing, they say that I’m very mean

My ego don’t fit in this cuchinelli tuxedo

You’re better off stucking torpedos in a gazebo

These niggas don’t speak my language, I think it’s creo

I’m sorry sir I can’t help you I’m quite negro

My daddy died on a rainy night,

I see vengeance when the clouds form, I hope it doesn’t rain tonight

I tie rappers up and pour gasoline over them

Then rap slow over the fiends will make the flames ignite

Sometimes I feel like losing my mind

I think it gets me

Sometimes I feel like losing my mind

It’s making me loose

I’m smoother than Jacob the jeweler in Bermuda

Making a diamond chain in front of a wild cougar

Take your girl from you loose her

Cause I’m way cooler

Same night, I’m swimming in it like a barracuda

Haters looking, groom me like I’m Paul Wall

Millionaires and criminals is in my car logs

Best friends locked up, they future’s full of fog

They on they 18 hole, they like a golf ball

Got bad rickens that’s freaking for no reason

You’re dud40 cause my bag kept sqeaking

Play to win hotel out vegas the whole weekend

Penthouse suit, room so high

My nose started bleeding

Being broke ain’t my type….

Chew rappers like babies when I’m teething no homo

Strapped with a black mac while I play blackjack

No cash tafmat, my thoughts is abstract

Sometimes I feel like losing my mind

I think it gets me

Sometimes I feel like losing my mind

It’s making me loose.