歌曲 | I'm Losin It |
歌手 | Tupac |
专辑 | R U Still Down? [Remember Me] |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
Straight out the mother******g bay | |
Here we go | |
Lord help me, save me, Mama, keep praying | |
For a young mother******* trying to duck an early grave | |
In the city where ya can't tell the snakes from the fakes | |
Fakes from the phonies, enemies of homies | |
Around the corner there's another ************* waiting to jack | |
He don't know I got a glock 'til his ass get shot | |
Like a mother******g thug disease | |
Craving beats like they mother******g drugs to me, hey | |
What's up with ******* trying to screw me? | |
Do me 'coz I did a movie | |
Throw the ************* to me but before they never knew me | |
Rather die than let ya play me for a buster | |
And with my glock | |
I'm a plotting ass rotten mother*******, huh | |
Don't let the movie fool ya, let me school ya | |
Screaming, ‽Thug lifeâ€, ************* when I do ya | |
I'm going crazy, getting dizzy | |
And then I suffocate a mother******g breather | |
Bring me back | |
I'm telling ya, I'm losing it | |
Said I'm losing my mind | |
Losing my mind | |
Said I'm losing my mind | |
Losing my mind | |
Said I'm losing my mind | |
Losing my mind | |
Said I'm losing my mind | |
Losing my mind | |
I'm going crazy, *************s can't fade me | |
On the real, I kill when I step to ya ******g grill | |
So let me kick it, let me flip it, let me get wicked | |
I'm not a buster from the hood selling whooped tickets | |
I hang with G's, flipping keys and smoking ****** | |
I get the cash and dash and never learn to read | |
So ************* a *************, ************* a hoe and I let ya know | |
Because they come and go like the wind blows | |
What am I giving, how I'm living, what I'm giving up | |
You can take my life and I don't give a ************* | |
'Coz I'm the trouble, most coming from the west coast | |
Where the *************s is banging 'til the overdose | |
Killers and murderers, psychos and lunatics | |
Nobody knows what makes my mind click | |
Is it the demons screaming inside of me? | |
Hell no, it's just the thug life mentallity | |
I'm going crazy, *************t don't phase me | |
I'm living like a thug 'til six *************s carry me | |
Death is on the trigga, so pull it | |
I can't take it no more, *************, I'm losing it | |
Said I'm losing my mind | |
Losing my mind | |
Said I'm losing my mind | |
Losing my mind | |
Said I'm losing my mind | |
Losing my mind | |
Said I'm losing my mind | |
Losing my mind | |
*************t was talking to me, my gat screamed fire | |
The bullet told me, shoot that mother*******, he's a liar | |
I talked to my 3-80 like a ************* on a stroll | |
When my *************s try to dig me a whole of a [Incomprehensible] | |
*************, I can't be ****** in this game, I'm a psychopath | |
My AK told me to shove him up some *************s ass | |
I'm having long conversations with Mr. Millometer | |
He's one of my best friends, ************* ass ************* eater | |
And Miss Mos*************urg love it in the back trunk | |
You know that old school *************, she like to get it funked | |
And splitting mother*******s by the seams | |
My grand daddy Mr. AR-15 | |
But the evil mother******* | |
Talked me into taking over a **** turf and shooting cluckers | |
Said he was my only family | |
Shoot straight and please don't jam me | |
Got in a fight at the club, my gat started talking | |
Told me to shut the ************* up and let him do the talking | |
I woke up and it was sick to see the guts hang | |
I'm going nuts man, *************t was talking to me | |
Said I'm losing my mind | |
Losing my mind | |
Said I'm losing my mind | |
Losing my mind | |
Said I'm losing my mind | |
Losing my mind | |
Said I'm losing my mind | |
Losing my mind | |
Said I'm losing my mind | |
Losing my mind | |
Said I'm losing my mind | |
Losing my mind | |
Said I'm losing my mind | |
Losing my mind | |
Said I'm losing my mind | |
Losing my mind |
Straight out the mother g bay | |
Here we go | |
Lord help me, save me, Mama, keep praying | |
For a young mother trying to duck an early grave | |
In the city where ya can' t tell the snakes from the fakes | |
Fakes from the phonies, enemies of homies | |
Around the corner there' s another waiting to jack | |
He don' t know I got a glock ' til his ass get shot | |
Like a mother g thug disease | |
Craving beats like they mother g drugs to me, hey | |
What' s up with trying to screw me? | |
Do me ' coz I did a movie | |
Throw the to me but before they never knew me | |
Rather die than let ya play me for a buster | |
And with my glock | |
I' m a plotting ass rotten mother, huh | |
Don' t let the movie fool ya, let me school ya | |
Screaming, Thug life, when I do ya | |
I' m going crazy, getting dizzy | |
And then I suffocate a mother g breather | |
Bring me back | |
I' m telling ya, I' m losing it | |
Said I' m losing my mind | |
Losing my mind | |
Said I' m losing my mind | |
Losing my mind | |
Said I' m losing my mind | |
Losing my mind | |
Said I' m losing my mind | |
Losing my mind | |
I' m going crazy, s can' t fade me | |
On the real, I kill when I step to ya g grill | |
So let me kick it, let me flip it, let me get wicked | |
I' m not a buster from the hood selling whooped tickets | |
I hang with G' s, flipping keys and smoking | |
I get the cash and dash and never learn to read | |
So a , a hoe and I let ya know | |
Because they come and go like the wind blows | |
What am I giving, how I' m living, what I' m giving up | |
You can take my life and I don' t give a | |
' Coz I' m the trouble, most coming from the west coast | |
Where the s is banging ' til the overdose | |
Killers and murderers, psychos and lunatics | |
Nobody knows what makes my mind click | |
Is it the demons screaming inside of me? | |
Hell no, it' s just the thug life mentallity | |
I' m going crazy, t don' t phase me | |
I' m living like a thug ' til six s carry me | |
Death is on the trigga, so pull it | |
I can' t take it no more, , I' m losing it | |
Said I' m losing my mind | |
Losing my mind | |
Said I' m losing my mind | |
Losing my mind | |
Said I' m losing my mind | |
Losing my mind | |
Said I' m losing my mind | |
Losing my mind | |
t was talking to me, my gat screamed fire | |
The bullet told me, shoot that mother, he' s a liar | |
I talked to my 380 like a on a stroll | |
When my s try to dig me a whole of a Incomprehensible | |
, I can' t be in this game, I' m a psychopath | |
My AK told me to shove him up some s ass | |
I' m having long conversations with Mr. Millometer | |
He' s one of my best friends, ass eater | |
And Miss Mos urg love it in the back trunk | |
You know that old school , she like to get it funked | |
And splitting mother s by the seams | |
My grand daddy Mr. AR15 | |
But the evil mother | |
Talked me into taking over a turf and shooting cluckers | |
Said he was my only family | |
Shoot straight and please don' t jam me | |
Got in a fight at the club, my gat started talking | |
Told me to shut the up and let him do the talking | |
I woke up and it was sick to see the guts hang | |
I' m going nuts man, t was talking to me | |
Said I' m losing my mind | |
Losing my mind | |
Said I' m losing my mind | |
Losing my mind | |
Said I' m losing my mind | |
Losing my mind | |
Said I' m losing my mind | |
Losing my mind | |
Said I' m losing my mind | |
Losing my mind | |
Said I' m losing my mind | |
Losing my mind | |
Said I' m losing my mind | |
Losing my mind | |
Said I' m losing my mind | |
Losing my mind |
Straight out the mother g bay | |
Here we go | |
Lord help me, save me, Mama, keep praying | |
For a young mother trying to duck an early grave | |
In the city where ya can' t tell the snakes from the fakes | |
Fakes from the phonies, enemies of homies | |
Around the corner there' s another waiting to jack | |
He don' t know I got a glock ' til his ass get shot | |
Like a mother g thug disease | |
Craving beats like they mother g drugs to me, hey | |
What' s up with trying to screw me? | |
Do me ' coz I did a movie | |
Throw the to me but before they never knew me | |
Rather die than let ya play me for a buster | |
And with my glock | |
I' m a plotting ass rotten mother, huh | |
Don' t let the movie fool ya, let me school ya | |
Screaming, Thug life, when I do ya | |
I' m going crazy, getting dizzy | |
And then I suffocate a mother g breather | |
Bring me back | |
I' m telling ya, I' m losing it | |
Said I' m losing my mind | |
Losing my mind | |
Said I' m losing my mind | |
Losing my mind | |
Said I' m losing my mind | |
Losing my mind | |
Said I' m losing my mind | |
Losing my mind | |
I' m going crazy, s can' t fade me | |
On the real, I kill when I step to ya g grill | |
So let me kick it, let me flip it, let me get wicked | |
I' m not a buster from the hood selling whooped tickets | |
I hang with G' s, flipping keys and smoking | |
I get the cash and dash and never learn to read | |
So a , a hoe and I let ya know | |
Because they come and go like the wind blows | |
What am I giving, how I' m living, what I' m giving up | |
You can take my life and I don' t give a | |
' Coz I' m the trouble, most coming from the west coast | |
Where the s is banging ' til the overdose | |
Killers and murderers, psychos and lunatics | |
Nobody knows what makes my mind click | |
Is it the demons screaming inside of me? | |
Hell no, it' s just the thug life mentallity | |
I' m going crazy, t don' t phase me | |
I' m living like a thug ' til six s carry me | |
Death is on the trigga, so pull it | |
I can' t take it no more, , I' m losing it | |
Said I' m losing my mind | |
Losing my mind | |
Said I' m losing my mind | |
Losing my mind | |
Said I' m losing my mind | |
Losing my mind | |
Said I' m losing my mind | |
Losing my mind | |
t was talking to me, my gat screamed fire | |
The bullet told me, shoot that mother, he' s a liar | |
I talked to my 380 like a on a stroll | |
When my s try to dig me a whole of a Incomprehensible | |
, I can' t be in this game, I' m a psychopath | |
My AK told me to shove him up some s ass | |
I' m having long conversations with Mr. Millometer | |
He' s one of my best friends, ass eater | |
And Miss Mos urg love it in the back trunk | |
You know that old school , she like to get it funked | |
And splitting mother s by the seams | |
My grand daddy Mr. AR15 | |
But the evil mother | |
Talked me into taking over a turf and shooting cluckers | |
Said he was my only family | |
Shoot straight and please don' t jam me | |
Got in a fight at the club, my gat started talking | |
Told me to shut the up and let him do the talking | |
I woke up and it was sick to see the guts hang | |
I' m going nuts man, t was talking to me | |
Said I' m losing my mind | |
Losing my mind | |
Said I' m losing my mind | |
Losing my mind | |
Said I' m losing my mind | |
Losing my mind | |
Said I' m losing my mind | |
Losing my mind | |
Said I' m losing my mind | |
Losing my mind | |
Said I' m losing my mind | |
Losing my mind | |
Said I' m losing my mind | |
Losing my mind | |
Said I' m losing my mind | |
Losing my mind |