CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : Blood on the floor
Yeah
A lot of sh*t on my mind, Theres a lot of sh*t going on
A lot of sh*t I wanna write, but they gotta do us wrong
A lot of sh*t I wanna write, I wish I could fit it all in a song
A lot of sh*t on my mind
I can't get no satisfaction so im out here on a storm
I know how to stop, I just keep on going
Knife in my bag so theres blood on the floor
But I know how to stop, I just keep on going
I used to wanna be like Henry
Teachers said i need a plan B
If i think about a plan B, how will I ever know what I can be
Back then i had a thing for catherine
Then i had a thing for candice
She was Jehovah’s Witness and a witness to the mad ting
God next she was singing like brandy
Needed a note so I hit her like blackstreet
Now i hit flows you can't do it like that G
Actually, dripping in my jeans like acnе
Still tryna find my feet like bamby
I get back with a glass of brandy
A lot of sh*t on my mind, In time i'll makе it all fine and dandy
A lot of sh*t on my mind, Theres a lot of sh*t going on
A lot of sh*t I wanna write, but they gotta do us wrong
A lot of sh*t I wanna write, I wish I could fit it all in a song
A lot of sh*t on my mind
I can’t get no satisfaction so im out here on a storm
I know how to stop, I just keep on going
Knife in my bag so theres blood on the floor
But I know how to stop, I just keep on going
Im about to f**k up these kids
(yeah)
I tear that sh*t all over my skeleton
I said catch me if you can
Im that fast, [?]
Knock on my door every second, Drop on [?] Give them my lunch
Nothing really matters when were all on drugs, yeah
Just tryna get alone right now
Still tryna find love somehow (wow)
Ain't gotta say sh*t you know what i'm about
got a big mouth
Yeah
A lot of sh*t on my mind, Theres a lot of sh*t going on
A lot of sh*t I wanna write, but they gotta do us wrong
A lot of sh*t I wanna write, I wish I could fit it all in a song
A lot of sh*t on my mind
I can't get no satisfaction so im out here on a storm
I know how to stop, I just keep on going
Knife in my bag so theres blood on the floor
But I know how to stop, I just keep on going
I used to wanna be like Henry
Teachers said i need a plan B
If i think about a plan B, how will I ever know what I can be
Back then i had a thing for catherine
Then i had a thing for candice
She was Jehovah’s Witness and a witness to the mad ting
God next she was singing like brandy
Needed a note so I hit her like blackstreet
Now i hit flows you can't do it like that G
Actually, dripping in my jeans like acnе
Still tryna find my feet like bamby
I get back with a glass of brandy
A lot of sh*t on my mind, In time i'll makе it all fine and dandy
A lot of sh*t on my mind, Theres a lot of sh*t going on
A lot of sh*t I wanna write, but they gotta do us wrong
A lot of sh*t I wanna write, I wish I could fit it all in a song
A lot of sh*t on my mind
I can’t get no satisfaction so im out here on a storm
I know how to stop, I just keep on going
Knife in my bag so theres blood on the floor
But I know how to stop, I just keep on going
Im about to f**k up these kids
(yeah)
I tear that sh*t all over my skeleton
I said catch me if you can
Im that fast, [?]
Knock on my door every second, Drop on [?] Give them my lunch
Nothing really matters when were all on drugs, yeah
Just tryna get alone right now
Still tryna find love somehow (wow)
Ain't gotta say sh*t you know what i'm about
got a big mouth
Yeah
