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I'm Losing It

 

I'm Losing It

(albüm: CrazyNDaLazDayz - 1999)


Oh my God
It's happening again
Why does this keep happening
I'm losing my mind
I gotta find somebody to talk to
I can't stop

(You think you can catch Keyser Soze)
(You think a guy like that comes this close to getting caught
And sticks his head out)
(If he comes up for anything it'll be to get rid of me)
(After that, my guess is you'll never hear from me again)

Sometimes I think I'm losing it, I'm losing it, I'm losing it
Ain't no pill, ain't no cure for it, I'm losing it, I'm losing it
Ain't nothing I can do for it, I'm losing it, I'm losing it
Everyday my mind is proving it, I'm losing it, I'm losing it

Sometimes I think I'm losing it, I'm losing it, I'm losing it
Ain't no pill, ain't no cure for it, I'm losing it, I'm losing it
Ain't nothing I can do for it, I'm losing it, I'm losing it
Everyday my mind is proving it, I'm losing it, I'm losing it

I can't focus, I cannot figure it, something is hopeless
Medicine man fill my perscription, give me a stronger dosage
I went to the reverend, father, he talked to me about God
But the praying did not stop Soze from acting very odd
A black heart that gets soft, I'm smelling corpses rot
Ain't enough room in my backyard for another burial plot
I love doom
I'm keeping candles lit like voodoo in my bedroom
I keep six bitches around the bedpost, tortured in a sex room
Satan sings a lullaby in my ears every night
It's a song of suffering, sin and a motherfucking fright, it goes:
Keyser Soze, bring the souls
Bring me babies, men, women, and animals
My victory over the Almighty is set revival
Cut 6's in they foreheads, and burn the bibles
And I'm snapping and body snatching
Triple Six rapping, if the world shall end
I will be the one that makes it happen

Sometimes I think I'm losing it, I'm losing it, I'm losing it
Ain't no pill, ain't no cure for it, I'm losing it, I'm losing it
Ain't nothing I can do for it, I'm losing it, I'm losing it
Everyday my mind is proving it, I'm losing it, I'm losing it

Sometimes I think I'm losing it, I'm losing it, I'm losing it
Ain't no pill, ain't no cure for it, I'm losing it, I'm losing it
Ain't nothing I can do for it, I'm losing it, I'm losing it
Everyday my mind is proving it, I'm losing it, I'm losing it

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