Lose My Mind lyrics

[Chorus: Undead]
Get f*cked up, I’mma lose my mind
Don’t give a f*ck, I feel so alive
My music is lettin me strive
I don’t give a f*ck, I will survive
Cause this b*tch is my city
And this city lookin f*ckin pretty
A waste of life, that’s a f*ckin pity
Rollin by myself, opposite of socility

[Verse 1: Charlie]
I’m a sh*t talker I get dollars
Faggot you still call her
Someone should've told you
Me and slayer run the industry
I know that you want a piece of me
Acting like everyday you dont lane switch
Not gonna beg I know it was your choice
Not blaming you tho you have your voice
Your the evil villain your plans i will foil
12 gauge enough to leave you in the soil
Leave you in the sun till you really start to boil
Doing all these b*tches not no gun no recoil

[Chorus: Undead]
Get f*cked up, I’mma lose my mind
Don’t give a f*ck, I feel so alive
My music is lettin me strive
I don’t give a f*ck, I will survive
Cause this b*tch is my city
And this city lookin f*ckin pretty
A waste of life, that’s a f*ckin pity
Rollin by myself, opposite of socility
[Verse 2: Undead]
Bout to blow up like a f*ckin bomb
Charlie givin flashbacks like it’s Vietnam
All these b*tches songs sound the same
None of you mutha f*ckas can take the pain
You faggots know I’m the one to blame
Drivin that Cadillac
Pimped out, b*tch is black
Got my Glock racked
Devil hangin in the back
Now you’re another dead b*tch on a cemetary track!
Ya know we got them hunnit spokes
Light that b*tch up, give me some smokes
Get f*ckin high, smokin some dro
Shootin these guns till the end of my days
Rollin with Charlie, in a cloud of haze
Don’t f*ckin front, I’ll know you out fool
Faggot keeps sayin “you know this sh*t ain’t true!”
Tryna give me a bad review!
Till I p*ss on your grave, I’ll just say “f*ck YOU!”

[Chorus: Undead]
Get f*cked up, I’mma lose my mind
Don’t give a f*ck, I feel so alive
My music is lettin me strive
I don’t give a f*ck, I will survive
Cause this b*tch is my city
And this city lookin f*ckin pretty
A waste of life, that’s a f*ckin pity
Rollin by myself, opposite of socility

[Bridge: Undead]
Tryna hate cause I’m doing a lyrical backflip
Don’t give a f*ck about censorship (Faggot!!)
Bout to do a f*cking ego trip
Still got my Glock, bullets in it’s clip
Holdin the b*tch by it pistol grip
Let’s go Charlie, hop in the whip
f*ck you b*tch, we about to dip
Ya know I’m just tryna get the feelin
Tryna get high like the 30 foot ceiling
I got the money, start f*ckin dealin
Just like I’m 30 deep, that’s f*ckin b*tching
Haven’t smoked yet, I’m f*ckin itchin
Need to calm down, I’m f*ckin twitchin

[Chorus: Undead]
Get f*cked up, I’mma lose my mind
Don’t give a f*ck, I feel so alive
My music is lettin me strive
I don’t give a f*ck, I will survive
Cause this b*tch is my city
And this city lookin f*ckin pretty
A waste of life, that’s a f*ckin pity
Rollin by myself, opposite of socility