And this is your mind on drugs (oh, oh) Your mind on drugs (oh, oh) Burn like the sun, it hurts like a gun And now we're on the run, oh-oh-oh
Mind on drugs (oh, oh) Mind on drugs (oh, oh) I feel it, you feel it A-a-a-ay, ay, eh
Uh, I clock out, light's too bright now Cock out, strut down the runway, now my Glock out They say I've gone crazy Glass on the ground and my eyes hazy From smoking on that Fugazi, baby Fifteen years in the game 'til they fade a nigga spiraling The kids gon' wonder who inspired them, damn
I woke up Fucked up out my head, fucked up out my head Runny nose Blood on all my clothes, blood on all my clothes Mama said If I end up dead, if I end up dead She would be the only one to know Only one to know
And this is your mind on drugs (oh, oh) Your mind on drugs (oh, oh) Burn like the sun, it hurts like a gun And now we're on the run, oh-oh-oh
Mind on drugs (oh, oh) Mind on drugs (oh, oh) I feel it, you feel it A-a-a-ay, ay, ehTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
