Traduction: Démon. Je suis 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
raw I ain't even fin to play, with you motherfuckers I'm a motherfucker, that'll be packing a glock Taking em out with red dots, I'm a head busta I'ma Maab out I
my grind starving I'm just tryna get fed so I gotta get up and go get this bread and I'm about to be a million, about to lose my mind [Z-Ro] Catch me
I do my best, the only thing I earn is stress So I, spend most of my days chilling with Mary Jane [Z-Ro] I can't focus, I'm losing my mind real fast
rest So I treat my pistol like a queen, as I fiend for the green And I never put anyone before my bitch, I'm jealous as I service my beam A murdering
high to get by But I'm telling a lie cause I'm the most blunted Hard to practice my preaching when I'm under the stress And I'm walking around with a
for every tattoo I got a moment I cried I'm thru with the lies, the two in my eyes, yell pain Step in my shoes, nuttin to lose, but my brain I'ma hold
just me by my lonely so I married my nina. I keeps her wherever I go, I love my ho. Never leave home with out my sugar. I'm hafta plug a nigga. Mama
to bone Cause I miss ya Back on the streets I'm losing focus I'm hopeless Homies dying over small time dope shit I keep my finger on my Mac man The crack
with my biscuit, touch mines and get twisted Son I'm off the meter, my mind locked on crime See I'm tired of all these rappin niggas dyin to shine And I'm
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
back, and let this thugshit, Clog Up Yo' Mind [x3] [Krayzie] Now, I'm ah nigga ta keep ta myself, and don't fuck wit' nobody I'm quiet, I'm thuggin
my mind all off on 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
Now can I get a witness shout Hallelujah,Amen I'm feeling the Holy Ghost makin' moves through ya Smooth, I made it to free your mind to the rhythm I got
Rhymes] Now I'm subtle, once I pick up my metal Put my foot on the pedal, ridin through every ghetto Analyze the shit I'm seein when I sip Amaretto A
to take so I Kept my mind fry Slimmed for most of mine Soon as I closed my eyes Then I woke up behind Nigga either I load up these nines Or blow up with
