Lost In My Mind* lyrics

[Chorus]
I'm lost in my mind
So that I can find way through my life, ayy
I'm lost in my mind
So that I can find a way through my life, ayy

[Verse 1]
Ayy, I've been going crazy for a minute now, hey
I just f*cked your b*tch, I told you I was in it now, hey
Lottery take it the way that I be winnin' now, hey
Lord forgive me for I know that I be sinnin' now, hey
Mouth cold, wrist cold, ohh, winter now, hey
God damn, Gucci man, brr, winter now, hey
Ayy, I feel like the man, 'cause I am
Had to slow your b*tch down, I gave her a Xan, ayy
That's just how I go
I just f*cked your b*tch before my show
I was countin' rolls, but I'ma lose control
'Cause I can't find my way

[Chorus]
Lost in my mind
So that I-I can find a way through my life, ayy
I'm lost in my mind
So that I can find a way through my life, ayy
[Verse 2]
Then the scene changes so quick
I ain't givin' no sh*ts
Yes, I f*cked on yo' b*tch
That's just how I feel
Poppin' pills just to catch a thrill
n*gga I'm the man, can't you f*ckin' tell
I f*cked your b*tch then thew her like quarters in wishing wells
These n*ggas wish me well
I kissed your b*tch then send a text but it ain't kiss and tell
I feel like I'm the man, bad b*tch, Jessabelle, huh
Run up on me, you get shot down fair
Woah, woah, woah, woah
f*ck your b*tch and tell her that b*tch to slow roll
Feel like Kendrik, 'cause I lose control, woah
...


... what, ayy
Pull up on him, like what, ayy
I ain't never give a f*ck, ayy
Pull up on him, like what, ayy
Pull up on him, like what, ayy
Pull up on him, like what, ayy
Pull up on him, like what, hold on
Pull up on him, and I swerve, ayy
n*gga got what he deserved, ayy
I f*cked this b*tch then I fake her, ayy
[?] b*tch to the curb, ayy
Shoot that sh*t like Larry Bird, ayy
All my n*ggas be swervin'
Turned to a whole different person
Snakes in the grass like a serpent
Woah, woah, ayy
I just switched the flow, ayy
I just f*cked your b*tch, she caught the di*k inside the doorway
Ayy, I get dough
Hold on, wait, you should slow up, ayy
Pop a Xan, mix with Henny
I won't throw it up, hey
I f*cked your b*tch it ain't nothin', woah
I put that b*tch in the oven, hey
Run up on me then it's bussin'
I'm sick of these n*ggas, they sip Robitussin, hey
[?]
Told you that I am for real, hey
Poppin' off like a pill, hey
Superman with the still, hey
Pull up on him, like I'm what, ayy
f*ck on your b*tch it ain't nothin', hey
Pull up on him, like what, ayy