'm fallin' apart) Get me out of my mind (Try to understand that I'm losin' my heart) Get me out of my mind Get me out of my mind Get me out of my mind
6) Cos you've got to Get me out of my mind Breaking down the walls I'm falling apart Get me out of my mind Try to understand that I'm losing my heart
Übersetzung: Will Young. Out Of My Mind.
this My wodies who totin' glocks, ready to pop My wodies who slangin' rocks after rocks My Big Tymers with the whole and quarter things My hot girls who bring work on a airplane My
let no nigga get me I'ma draw and hit first, I cant let no nigga split me Had my momma upset Nigga, leave my ho pussy wet I'm goin out with a fight, my
one to loose My pistol my only friend Cause busters try to bring the blues Leavin brains with no clues Spin the ben in black clothes They tryin' ta' take my only life Leave my
feast is all a young nigga know Blow, get tore down, get a stressed nigga through And this K will slow you down ? any vest it will go through My hood
state, living day by day The only paycheck that I know is what I steal today I like my girls real young, but keep marriage out of mind I lick 'em and forget 'em because my
my mind Of a young man riding through the frozen woods In his eyes rage and bitter tears His village was burnt to the ground He storms forth, crying out
: That young boy without a name I'd know his face. In this city the kid's my favorite. I've seen him. I see him every day. Seen him run outside looking
You tell me my world is in peace, but nigga your lying Cause half of my niggas, long gone, buried in the dirt just for trying Sometimes I think my block
fire from the niggaz in my younger days So many changed on me, so many tried to plot That I keep a glock beside my head, when will it stop? Til God return me to my
in the dark Thuggin eternal through my heart, now Hail Mary nigga Chorus 2X Verse Three: Kastro, Young Noble They got a APB, out on my Thug family
and Cristal blows your mind Bear witness to the dopest fuckin rhyme I wrote Takin off my coat, clearing my throat Chorus: Method Man I got my mind
feed my fuckin' family, what else could I do But be a thug Out slangin' with the homies Fuck hangin' with them phonies in the club Got my mind on danger
ya My mind set on grind my mental set on the paper 62 hours and countin' and I'm still awake And they slippin' me sleepin' pills wit' the will I break
my will when I go Burnt my body with my shotty, or chosin my dough So while you reminiscin all nights out with the crew Smoke a blunt for me too, I'm
