CORRECTAR LA LETRA
Letra : Lose My Mind
I, I
I, I
I, I
(Heatmakerz)
'Bout to lose my-
Grandma used to tell me everything'd be okay
Radiator broke and the cold won't go away
Sick for six days, man, this cold won't go away
Elevator stuck and there's no hot water
Another night takin' baths in that stove top water
Mom's runnin' out the house when her blow got shorter
Somewhere in the Bronx, this n***a Po shot Porter
It's rich families on TV with a Robot daughter
I'm standin' in the arcade and don't got quarters
Sneakers got the lean, make my low top shorter
Lint in my hair, snot in my nose (What else?)
Stains on my gear, nobody knows what it feels like
To feel like, in real life, you gotta lie
To feel like your real life don't feel like you not alive
Standin' in the spot where your partner died
Too young to see homicide, you traumatized
Visions of the back of your father's ride
Pullin' off, you smellin' the exhaust while your mama cries (Word)
A young man with nobody left to idolize
28 grams, y'all know the bottle size
My block got monetized, monopolized, had my own park place
Never put they whip in my spot
I'm drivin' by in my hood right now
Thinkin' how the hell I survived that liquor every night
Chicken wings, a side of fries
And beef that never took a day off
Stay off the strip durin' holidays with fireworks
'Cause they are the perfect camoflauge for drama to let the K off
And never take work you can't pay off if somethin' go wrong
I, I
I, I
(Heatmakerz)
'Bout to lose my-
Grandma used to tell me everything'd be okay
Radiator broke and the cold won't go away
Sick for six days, man, this cold won't go away
Elevator stuck and there's no hot water
Another night takin' baths in that stove top water
Mom's runnin' out the house when her blow got shorter
Somewhere in the Bronx, this n***a Po shot Porter
It's rich families on TV with a Robot daughter
I'm standin' in the arcade and don't got quarters
Sneakers got the lean, make my low top shorter
Lint in my hair, snot in my nose (What else?)
Stains on my gear, nobody knows what it feels like
To feel like, in real life, you gotta lie
To feel like your real life don't feel like you not alive
Standin' in the spot where your partner died
Too young to see homicide, you traumatized
Visions of the back of your father's ride
Pullin' off, you smellin' the exhaust while your mama cries (Word)
A young man with nobody left to idolize
28 grams, y'all know the bottle size
My block got monetized, monopolized, had my own park place
Never put they whip in my spot
I'm drivin' by in my hood right now
Thinkin' how the hell I survived that liquor every night
Chicken wings, a side of fries
And beef that never took a day off
Stay off the strip durin' holidays with fireworks
'Cause they are the perfect camoflauge for drama to let the K off
And never take work you can't pay off if somethin' go wrong
