I think I lost it, maybe never had it,
shit I almost dropped it, reaching out to grab it,
thought maybe I'd catch it then it got away,
kinda like I'm looking for my needle in the hay,
What a hay day, may day, may day, sink my battle ship,
driving in a shitty River better paddle quick,
need a battle click, Shake your rattle, back up in the saddle,
Beef in more than cattle, eating, BD, speaking psychobabble,
off my Adam‘s apple, happy?, now you in the chaplet,
I'd give you another chance but then you'd prolly tattle,
and that would get'cha tackled, hit like Palamalu,
got'chu paranoid, thinking someone followed you,
devil wants to swallow you, better stand and fight,
get up on my level grab a pencil, make it tight,
or you could say good night, and kiss my fucking tushy,
you don't wanna push me, i ain't got no time for wanna be's and pussys.
I think I'm losing my mind
We're really in my design
I never want it to eat of my real delight
I think I'm losing my mind
I'm racing out of moonlight
We're taking off and i was like to breathe
so I let it go, I'm better off without it,
now i'll smack a dude dead in his mouth when he gets mouthy,
putting hours in, at the gym, practicing my southy,
you can doubt me, that's what i be counting on son,
on and on, on and off the bong, working on another song,
going harder, coming strong, wondering if i went wrong,
suffering for way too long, need to find where I belong,
and a thicky finger licking chicky in a thong,
you can tag along, I wonder where we goin,
all I know is that I wanna glow when I be goin in,
grow in it, throwing when I'm flowing it,
show you that I got a vocal cold as snow again,
need a tow in it? don't forget who I is,
Therapy, I do this for my family, and the ends,
and apparently, I'm the baddest in the biz,
Hope you're mad at me, but recommend you don't contend, I don't pretend!
I think I'm losing my mind
We're really in my design
I never want it to eat of my real delight
I think I'm losing my mind
I'm racing out of moonlight
We're taking off and i was like to breathe
Show me, show me, show me love, or I'm never gonna make it
beat me till i'm dead, then, throw me to the bacon,
doesn't really matter, when ya head is vacant,
think you'll break me, please, you may be mistaken,
I been really thinking, dwelling, contemplating Hell,
wonder If I got a soul to sell, will I see a holding cell,
Will I see a Hundred mill before I'm old and pail, or a folding chair,
in a homeless shelter, done from heart failure..
I think I'm losing my mind
I never want it do guy
I never want it to eat of my real delight
I think I'm losing my mind
I'm racing out of moonlight
We're taking off and i was gone to breathe