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Lyrics:
There’s a lot on my mind. Therapy. Yo.
Got a lot on my mind. Yeah yeah, what do I do. Got a shot out this bind. How do I do my thang up out it, who? Gon’ be my favor savior, you. I mean me, I been the only one. Who can get me out of this shit, the lonely one. Lemme just say it, spray it, yeah.
You ever wonder why them white guys throwing signs? Shit, they just tryna feel the culture. But why do I criticize my own race and eyes? Cause I ain’t a fuckin’ vulture. I’m not shy to admit, I’ve had a try to forget, my past mistakes, have them not last when I makes, it, takes it, to another level I revel, I bakes it. To perfection, but neglection of my woes, ain’t healthy, ain’t wealthy, inspection of my foes. Shows I’m my top one, I’m nothing when hip hop done, you bluffing son? No, that’s just how it go. Yo, I got a lot on my mind. Help me Lord get out this bind, if you’d be so kind. Should I go and hinder your own attempt? Just cause a bust was me and I dreamt. Of being where you are? Taking it far, making a bar? Now I’m just venting. This is music, seduce it the way you want. Not to taunt but I got a lot to flaunt and I.
Got a lot on my mind. Yeah yeah, what do I do. Got a shot out this bind. How do I do my thang up out it, who? Gon’ be my favor savior, you. I mean me, I been the only one. Who can get me out of this shit, the lonely one. Lemme just say it, spray it, yeah.
Yeah, Real Mark Hype, that’s the damn thang we doing. He letting me be me, I love him. Shoutout Mark, we out.
- Genre
- Hip-hop & Rap