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
With a half smoked blunt and some blood on my lip
Hit up Lorraine for that Mary Jane
Man, all she had left was Ménage à Twang
Rolled in the pink, I picked up some Cuervo
Walking sideways and I'm starting to swerve, oh
Last night was wild, put my money on jumbos
Wine and dine, tig ol' bitties and bimbos
Hollywood rap pack, cans in my backpack
Cruise through your valley and I'm snatching your snapbacks
Huffing 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
Yet 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 my Hollywood hit song
You can come west, but you'll never be west coast
Dumping all these motherfuckers deep in the DeSoto
Oh no, tell me what you wanna be
You can be anything but not another 3
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
Yet 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 'em
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, Im pacing back and forth
You better board up your windows 'cuz imma start a war
Or maybe I'm just tripping, this weed has got me spinning
Undead until I die so when I die you know I'm living
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
Yet 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
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
Yet I'm feeling so alive
What a pity, it's so pretty
Looking through the bars and I see my city
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