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  • Текст песни Old Man Saxon - Off My Mind

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    [Verse 1]
    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
    Niggas 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

    [Hook]
    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

    [Verse 2]
    They saying I should settle down, I reckon
    Got too much on my plate, don't think I should get seconds
    Niggas 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 niggas 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

    [Hook]

    What's wrong with that?

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