Tekster:
Fiend I M Losing My Mind

I think I'm losing my mind, I think I'm losing my mind I think I'm losing my mind, I think I'm losing my mind I feel like using that nine, I feel like

Put in my mind off onto my murder Murder y'all all, and I flees the scene clean And I'm out to fade 'em Hey, and I'm out for money, gauged 'em Better

a nightmare hunting my sanity Thank the Lord up in heaven ain't mad at me It's sad to see I be bustin' my ass I'm down for my grind getting nowhere fast I

I gotta deal with the roof that I'm under Even though my moms got it hard My daddy passed away, now I'm stuck without a father But times have changed

to take so I Kept my mind fried Slept for most of mine Soon as I closed my eyes Then I woke up behind Thinking either I load up these nines Or blow up

I can't lose, So every time I start slippin' ego's start trippin', I focus real hard and levitate just like I'm GOD, And I'm livin' lovely, I'm in

I'm flying high just like a pilot You would be to if you would try it I go insane when I can't find it My homey sells that's where I buy it I roll it

drama I'm bending that 24's on a 84 Regal, and I'm grinding 24's on a 84 Regal, and I'm grinding Money to my mamma, I'm sending that Corners full

up but me I need her first thing when I wake up Call me a fiend And I'm not talking nicotine Y'all know what I mean? I'm just an addict for your love I