Lost In My Mind*

[Intro]

Uh, uh

[Chorus]

I'm lost in my mind, so bad

I can't find a way through my life, ayy

I'm lost in my mind, so bad

I can't find a way through my life, ayy

[Verse 1]

Ayy, I've been going crazy for a minute now, hey

I just fucked your bitch, 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 bitch down, I gave her a Xan, ayy

That's just how I go

I just fucked your bitch 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 bad

I-I can find a way through my life, ayy

I'm lost in my mind, so bad

I can find a way through my life, ayy

[Verse 2]

Then the scene changes so quick

I ain't givin' no shits

Yes, I fucked on yo' bitch

That's just how I feel

Poppin' pills just to catch a thrill

Nigga I'm the man, can't you fuckin' tell

I fucked your bitch then thew her like quarters in wishing wells

These niggas wish me well

I kissed your bitch then send a text but it ain't kiss and tell

I feel like I'm the man, bad bitch, Jessabelle, huh

Run up on me, you get shot down, [?] fair

Woah, woah, woah, woah

Fuck your bitch and tell her that bitch 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 fuck, 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, look

Pull up on him, and I swerve, hey

Nigga got what he deserved, ayy

I fucked this bitch then I fake her, ayy

[?] bitch to the curb, ayy

Shoot that shit like Larry Bird, ayy

All my niggas 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 fucked your bitch, she caught the dick 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 fucked your bitch it ain't nothin', woah

I put that bitch in the oven, hey

Run up on me then it's bussin'

I'm sick of these niggas, 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, hey

Fuck on your bitch it ain't nothin', hey

Pull up on him, like what