"Off My Mind" lyrics
These vices got their grips on me
Especially when this world steady shits on me
I'm on that puff puff don't pass (can I hit that man?)
It's better if you don't ask (naah nah)
Got me on some hater shit
Cause my week's longer than my paper is
Maybe I should take a fifth
With a dime piece, make a spliff
Sit back, take a bit
To think about all the shit that I'm faced with
Everything I've been going through reasons I'm not complacent
Nigga that's been fake to me, how I'm making my bacon
Deep breath, calm down, take sip, hit
What? What's wrong with that?
I'm just tryna relax and get it off my mind
Cause I'm already up there don't ask me every time
Cause you know what's up
And you know that
I'm blown, but (what's wrong with that?) what's wrong with that?
I'm just tryna relax and get it off my mind
Cause I'm already up there don't ask me every time
Cause you know that I'm drunk, but (what's wrong with that?) what's wrong with that?
Man I don't need you remind
How this could be my demise dog, cause if it is, at least I'll be happy in the meantime
Said I'll be happy in the mean time
They saying I should settle down, I reckon
Got too much on my plate, don't think I should get seconds
Nigga saying kick the habit
Same shit every time
Yelling mind over matter
But does it matter if I don't mind?
Or should I spend my whole time
On this Earth just dedicated to stressing
Inhaling the green got my comprehending the lesson
Better with my discretion
I can't be mad when the shit hit the fan if I throw it in that direction
Dying inside's a blessing
Keep with your holy talk cause I'm not tryna impress him
Most of my nigga destined to be popping a Smith & Wesson
While I'm cool, calm, collected smoking on that wreck shit
You don't even have to question
What's wrong with that?
Especially when this world steady shits on me
I'm on that puff puff don't pass (can I hit that man?)
It's better if you don't ask (naah nah)
Got me on some hater shit
Cause my week's longer than my paper is
Maybe I should take a fifth
With a dime piece, make a spliff
Sit back, take a bit
To think about all the shit that I'm faced with
Everything I've been going through reasons I'm not complacent
Nigga that's been fake to me, how I'm making my bacon
Deep breath, calm down, take sip, hit
What? What's wrong with that?
I'm just tryna relax and get it off my mind
Cause I'm already up there don't ask me every time
Cause you know what's up
And you know that
I'm blown, but (what's wrong with that?) what's wrong with that?
I'm just tryna relax and get it off my mind
Cause I'm already up there don't ask me every time
Cause you know that I'm drunk, but (what's wrong with that?) what's wrong with that?
Man I don't need you remind
How this could be my demise dog, cause if it is, at least I'll be happy in the meantime
Said I'll be happy in the mean time
They saying I should settle down, I reckon
Got too much on my plate, don't think I should get seconds
Nigga saying kick the habit
Same shit every time
Yelling mind over matter
But does it matter if I don't mind?
Or should I spend my whole time
On this Earth just dedicated to stressing
Inhaling the green got my comprehending the lesson
Better with my discretion
I can't be mad when the shit hit the fan if I throw it in that direction
Dying inside's a blessing
Keep with your holy talk cause I'm not tryna impress him
Most of my nigga destined to be popping a Smith & Wesson
While I'm cool, calm, collected smoking on that wreck shit
You don't even have to question
What's wrong with that?
