Lyrics:
Chours:
Bitches and pimps followin bliss
Livin' on the blimp on the bimp of the cliff
Blow your mind, pessimistics I'm killin ya quick
Get out
mo
You coming with me, let's go
In my mind, I'm the GOAT
My ego, Imma stroke
Cause I know
Imma blow
OH, I SHOULD BE
Whoa oh oh
Whoa oh oh
Whoa oh oh
designed transforming minds
Lift um up and don't leave the blind
Bear in mind never left behind
Nomadic with a conscious mind
Destroyin up to like fifty
Blaow blaow! Blown to death, take your medicines
I put the sick in your mu-sick with Osirus
Bound to blow like a bad sinus
[Ol Dirty
Blaow blaow! Blown to death, take your medicines
I put the sick in your mu-sick with Osirus
Bound to blow like a bad sinus
[Ol Dirty
toy
Shoot my shot, Brandon Roy
AND I
Cannot slow down my grind
I'm one of a kind
Tell me what's on your mind
This, is, Nego, and, I'm, about, to, blow
toe)
We go blow for blow (blow for blow)
Can't stay weak no more (uh uh)
Heard some niggas talking at my back but I don't give a damn
Can't really care
gonna survive
Hit your mark, make my eyes light up in the dark
If you're gonna play with my mind
If we're all the way live
If you're gonna blow my mind
it
My way
I'm good
The long way
Takin' It
Day by day
Who ever knew
Are
They down
For you when your
At your low
They'll come around
Right
When you blow
tissues for your issues tell 'em blow this (bitch)
Make my money, walk straight ahead now
They countin' every day down, waitin' on me long
You know
mind
I'm losing my way but I think she feels I'm already lost
Maybe I'm trying too hard
But girl you got me nervous
By now you should have noticed
You only feel what they say
You only are what you think
They're clouding your mind so you sink
Deeper into the pits of the fucking drink
Till you become
shot
You the Queen you the victor
Baby wear your crown
Ima truly love You down by your Design
When it's all said and done ima blow Your mind
Tell me
What
come my way
Semi-automatic, pop it, blow your brain away
Walking down the boulevard, I'm doing cocaine again
A troubled mind, don't waste no time, I hang
check it just ran me
I only mind the businesses that's paying me
You don't fuck with your life, nigga try playin me
Bitch its Cash, uh
Nigga matter
Gypsy
I can tell your mind is slipping, baby
All that sexiness is dripping babe
You got this scary look in your eyes
Like you're ignoring all good advice
Ima blow your mind
Ahh ahh
Make you shake on the base of this dick while I grab on your neck
Make you face to the back watch me blow out your back
Take
your skin was made of stone
Your strength gave me security
Only the mirror was my enemy
My hands burned from the blows
But your skin was paper and I
the latest sound
Guaranteed to blow your mind
So high you won't come down
Hey ya'll prepare yourself for the rubberband man
You've never heard a sound
Like
To catch the latest sounds
Guaranteed to blow your mind
So high you won't come down.
[Chorus]
Hey, y'all prepare yourself
For the Rubberband man
You
the latest sounds
Guaranteed to blow your mind
So high you won't come down
Hey, y'all prepare yourself
For the rubberband man
You never heard a sound
Like
To catch the latest sound
Guaranteed to blow your mind
So high you won't come down
Hey y'all prepare yourself for the rubberband man
You've never heard
Ramsey
I coulda fucked yo bitch but she Can't afford a plan B
Smoking trees by the jungle on a Beat going chimpanzee
Yo bitch coming in handy, she Won't
Chris, get out of your bubble
Keep your feet on the ground if you don't want trouble
Cuz like the songs warned when I was a kid
You've gotta build yourself
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