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Lost My Mind
Artist(s): St. John

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Writer(s):
Richard Trapp (BMI) 50% / Steven Kyle Mack (ASCAP) 50%


Publisher(s):
Black Toast Music (BMI) 50% / Burnt Toast Music (ASCAP) 50%


Category:
Urban


Subcategories:
Hip Hop, Instrumental, Male Vocal, R&B, Rap


Keywords:
Alley, Barrio, Chill, City, Club, Cool, Cop Show, Crunk, Dark, Death, Dirty South, Drive By, Drugs, Energy, Gang, Gangsta, Ghetto, Guns, Mean, Ominous, Party, Prison, Scary, Shooting, Smooth, Sneaky, Southern, Street, Trippy, Urban, Vibe


Instruments:
Bass, Drums, Guitar, Horns, Synthesizer


BPM:
92


Key:
D♯m/E♭m


Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo


Time Signature:
4/4


Lyrics:
Lost My Mind

LOST MY MIND

CHORUS
I done lost my mind lord can you help me find it
Get down down come and turn around (repeat)

VERSE
With the.44 come through the door get dough
Snatch ends like a fiend know what I mean
Serpentine dreams my whole team seen things
You wouldn't believe jail tat's on the sleeve
Smuggling drugs in cavities these thugs be jugglin'
Hustling talking about pimps with bricks in the back
Of the whip I think quick in my mind so sick
That they wanna lock me up give me medicine
Like im a veteran seeing things I hallucinate
About plates made of platinum and I flatten them with flows
And I love those hoes where my nose goes lead me to the rainbow
Pot 'o gold bend down touch ya toes
But ya cannot hear me though
I love playa haters im ya mind invader

CHORUS

VERSE 2
I lost my train of thought it jumped the tracks jump back
Semi-automatic in the hands of a lunatic
Spittin counterfeit mamuscripts im poundin fists
Reading all them lyin lips I used to say stack chips but its played out like space ships
Old like them flows don't they know im low pro
I sneak no doz on the way to poconos
Smoking those sticky elbows drinkin mickeys with a straw
Quick on the draw smoke pall malls climb walls stand tall
If you can even stand at all im so close to an overdose in Soho
Fond foes and I make em witness im takin care of business
Im writin up a hit list sofit this bullet proof vest real close to ya chest
I hold a dart against ya neck and make ya hold ya breath
My best friend my homepiece my man is death
No time left no time for them threats this time
Ima get mine ima drink mad wine in the summertime
Im alive like theres 5 minutes left

CHORUS



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