Lyrics:
control I'm activatin' your soul
You know, the way the games get controlled, yo
Two years ago, a friend of mine
Told me Alizé and Cristal blows your mind
control I'm activatin' your soul
You know, the way the games get controlled, yo
Two years ago, a friend of mine
Told me Alizé and Cristal blows your mind
want
I know this no be ordinary
eh!
The love I have for you is extraordinary
You're divine
You're divine
Girl your love dey blow my mind
Blow my
on
Let the cries out
Wave a whole chicken by his
Legs near the crotch smells
Sweating bullets in the tip
Blow torching his flesh
I seen his face melt
Drip
my face with Chris Rock blues!
The world is run by aliens!
They're coming for your wife!
They're going to take your children!
And they're going
They sayin' chris goin' crazy again
They sayin' chris lost his mind again
He only speaks on the women they say
Well I only got one more
Ight
My
your lover
I could blow your mind
I'm sick of waiting
So, come on, jump in my ride
If I was your lover
This could be sublime
Take you high
brain now I can't complain
I'm sayin', what else is there to do besides relax?
Let the problems in your mind become ancient artifacts
Perhaps these
You make one move and it'll blow your mind
Cuz yo, it's all in the mind
Hey yo, it's all in the mind
Yo, it's all in the mind
Hey yo, it's all in
know I was the man?
How can you deny
Sent a text up to my favorite slime
And she replied
You're one of
Those guys
That's hard to
Come by
Your future
feel like a fairy
Choppa with me singing, singing like Mariah Carey
I been eating
I been eating
I been eating good, I blow a bag all up in Ruth Chris
blow your mind
she's the cutest girl I ever seen!
cutest girl I ever seen!
Is it her smile?
Is it her clothes?
Is it her style?
I don't know. she's so
clueless
We builded up this far baby girl let's not do this
I know how you like it with them lubbed lips
Pound for pound after that we at Ruth Chris
Blow
a doe than be aggressive
Live and let live
But some reckless folks
Try me so
And think it's okay
I can read your mind I know you stressing
Teach this
the door that they posing no threat
Open up just so you take it all in
I'm tryna blow your mind to you come to your sense
Just let settle soak it all in
the sprite dirt, dirt, dirt
I wanna dance, dance, dance
Counting these bands, bands, bands
He said bands that's what I make
Chris my mans he'll do what it
ain’t bout no business betta mind yours drinking water stayin flyer than condors I just hit 101 wit some bitches want be on bullshit like a madador. Psssh
the pants sag
1s on the feet yeah your fit look like torn rags
I be spoiling all the hoes said she wants the Louis bag
50 by 50 countin up all that new cash
honestly it's never enough
"Yeah if you really wanna do it
Put your back in to it
Boy you could reap what you sow"
If my mind keeps racing
There ain't no
that hole, yeah
Now will you ride, with an angel by your side?
Or Will you just completely Blow Your Mind?
Sell it to a new generation
You're
Burn the bridge
Stall the machine
Cut those ties
Come kiss that guillotine
Blow your mind
Break the routine
Leave everything behind
Come taste
rocker, coulda shot both choppers
Old shot that got your ears ringin', that's a door knocker
Blow dropper, I go acappella like the old opera
Flow proper,
nuttin changed
Leave the same way I came, Bringin motherfuckin Pain
Killa Hill projects, hi-tech street intellect
Best connect, blow your headset,
control
Adrenaline bumps get up and jump
You're set to blow
Fire it up
The time has come to light the fuse
Fire it up
Bust a nut and pop a screw
Your energy
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