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ILL MINDED

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This beat is getting me sleepy, so let me take a hit
And let my mind drift off, deep up in the abyss
No more pain, for now I'm chilling but can't maintain
I bottle up my emotions to hide away the pain

I smoke a joint just to relax and help me calm down
But I'm still paranoid as shit and still anxious as hell
nothing is working no more, I'd rather kill myself
I put the gun to my head and that's when the tears came out

But then I reconsider
Take my hands off the trigger
What am I doing?
"Yo zetta, you good?" "I'm never better"
I'm on a broken road, yeah I got to pay the toll
I'm just a lonely soul, waiting for my time to go

I hit up MUDAH, I tell him to bring the buddha
I got so many problems to jot
I need a tutor, but yo
Ain't on no fake shit but I think I'm mentally depressed
That's why I need all these drugs but I'm strictly smoking sess

My pain lives deep in my mind
He's bottled up all the time
Writing rhymes like a slave
For the motherfucking MUDAH mane
I get lost in the smoke
So roll one up 'fore I go
I cannot stay with you hoe I got ILL MINDED on the phone
They said "mane, you down to roll?"
I said "you already know"
And so I head out the door and push that pedal to the floor

I do this shit for the team, count that money, get that cream
Like a fiend for this shit
This that shit you couldn't dream
I reached the top of the tower, same bitches call every hour
Asking for kisses and flowers but my heart been feeling sour

I got my mind on the game
But never praying for fame
The more people know my name
The more pussies wanna hate
So stay the f*ck out my lane, you pussy motherfuckers lame

And I'm mentally deranged
You better lock me away
You don't wanna f*ck with the MUDAH if I'm not high off the buddha
This don't have to be a murder but I'm that ill minded shooter

And I'm supposed to be dead cuz I'm a WANTED $OUL
And just because you give good brain doesn't make you ILL MINDED, hoe
Been fucking with the fascination of suicide
I don't need a fucking ride or die, I'd rather have that nine by my side

And breathe in hella smoke
Pull my cards then I toss my bones
Bring me fame and fortune
Rapping with the ILL MINDED SOLDIERS
Greater than the heaven sent, that's what the devil told us

Now while I spit this simple flow for you simple minded hoes
Ima go and crush the herb up, put it in a bowl
Then all my problems come caving down
No one can save me now
I knew it from the start how it's supposed to play out

The only one home, lost up in the metronome
All depressed, not fucking with the fam anymore
Rolling up to kill the short term memory
But now I sit back wondering where my life has gone

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