Usual Suspects

Album: Day Of The Dead (2015)
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  • I think I've lost my mind
    I think I've lost my mind
    I think I've lost my mind
    I think I've lost my mind

    Woke up one morning on the sunset strip
    Put the half smoked blunt and some blood on my lip
    Hit up the brain for that Mary Jane
    Man, all she had left was ménage à trois
    Rolled in the pink I picked up some Cuervo
    Walking sideways and I'm starting to swerv-o
    Last night was wild put my money a jumbos
    Wine and dine, tig ol' bitties and bimbos
    Hollywood rap pack, cans in my back pack
    Cruise through your valley and I'm snatchin' your snapback
    Huffin' on some paint and I think that I'm half black
    Roll another blunt and fuck it up over this track

    I think I've lost my mind
    But I'm feeling so alive
    What a pity, it's so pretty
    Looking through the bars and I see my city
    I think I've lost my mind
    Yeah I'm feeling so alive
    What a pity, it's so pretty
    Looking through the bars and I see my city

    If everybody gotta be everything they wanna be
    I don't think I'd see you bitches sitting right in front of me
    Look into the windows, packing up the pistols
    These bitches talking shit about a Hollywood hit song
    You can come West but you will never be West Coast
    Dumping all these motherfuckers deep in the DeSoto
    Oh no, tell me whatcha wanna be
    You can be anything but not another three
    Got the holy roller, slow blood soaker
    The mask on the page of a wanted poster
    Look into my eyes and tell me what you see
    The wickedness in you is the wickedness in me

    I think I've lost my mind
    But I'm feeling so alive
    What a pity, it's so pretty
    Looking through the bars and I see my city
    I think I've lost my mind
    Yeah I'm feeling so alive
    What a pity, it's so pretty
    Looking through the bars and I see my city

    How did I let this happen?
    This life I can't get back from
    This fully loaded magnum
    If you got some questions, ask them!
    I turn into a mad man like Dahmer mixed with Manson
    I'll take your soul for ransom, make you scream my fucking anthem
    I'm knocking at your door
    I'm pacing back and forth
    You better board up your windows 'cause Imma start a war
    Or maybe I'm just trippin'
    This weed has got me spinnin'
    Undead until I die so when I die you know I'm livin'

    I think I've lost my mind
    I think I've lost my mind
    I think I've lost my mind
    I think I've lost my mind

    I think I've lost my mind
    But I'm feeling so alive
    What a pity, it's so pretty
    Looking through the bars and I see my city
    I think I've lost my mind
    Yeah I'm feeling so alive
    What a pity, it's so pretty
    Looking through the bars and I see my city Writer/s: DANIEL MURILLO, DYLAN PETER ALVAREZ, GEORGE ARTHUR RAGAN, JORDON KRISTOPHER TERRELL, JOREL DECKER, MATTHEW BUSEK
    Publisher: Universal Music Publishing Group
    Lyrics licensed and provided by LyricFind

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