to something golden Where is my head? Where is my head? I want it Where is my head? Where is my head? It seems I lost my mind back when we first met
see it goin' down, goin' down In my head, I see you all over me, In my head, you fulfill my fantasy In my head, you'll be screamin' ooooh In my head
something golden Where is my head? Where is my head? I'm running Where is my head? Where is my head? It seems I lost my mind back when we first met
something golden Where is my head? Where is my head? I'm running Where is my head? Where is my head? It seems I lost my mind back when we first met But
can see it goin' down, goin' down In my head, I see you all over me, In my head, you fulfill my fantasy In my head, you'll be screamin' ooooh In my head
to something golden Where is my head? Where is my head? I'm running Where is my head? Where is my head? It seems I lost my mind back when we first met
one and a half going 'gainst your brain [Faul Monday verse] Hey yo, fuck y'all Anything moving it's a rentals Dog Faul Monday loading up then heat it
that floating feeling I get in the moment Makes it really worth it (worth it) Hey, forget about your Monday morning We are never gonna be that boring Hey, forget about your Monday
sight to me (so divine) (Tonight) I spend my bread (Tonight) I lose my head (Tonight) I've got to get tonight Monday I have Friday on my mind Do the
for some hump day freakin So I aks you to come breeze thru I got a couple of kind of liquors and some good weed too In my head, I could hurry up and
me and hit me with bricks And rocks and sticks and calling me names And filled my lunchbox with frogbrains (eeww!) When I left school, it was much iller My
looking fore Heads on Fire, I can't take it anymore Heads on fire, is the only thing I adore and that's what I been looking for (4x) Heads on fire, Heads
talk crazy on the phone, bring niggas to your home Hey yo, you ain't as smart as you think (Take it back to the streets) Hey yo, you ain't as smart as
William hung Bitches they say my name, my name Like they beonce to the next century her thang the same like they was one then I head up the next block Put my head
waitin' all night for the phone to ring I'm goin' up in smoke and phoney magazines Everything is just pieces of my stupid dreams Everything is just species of my