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All right We're going to have to get married, you and I because you're penetrating me with that look, but strong Losing, I'm losing my mind Losing, I'm losing my mind Losing, I'm losing my mind Losing, I'm losing my mind Don't sleep for the wicked, the a.m. hitting different Burnt myself on a coffee pot and my next door neighbor tripping My head is really pounding, my heart feels like it's skipping Clouds seem so gray today, it feels like something's missing So I locate the eccentric Frustrations haven't set in, but my threshold is bending Who knows what day I'm getting Bus comes and I get in It's packed, I'm regretting Yo, watch where you stepping You see me trying to get in? It's raining We all wet and the bus driver saying step in So why not take a step back You can see this shit is mad packed Move man, don't get bitch slapped I bite your face off, eat your heart last Put your body in a fucking cast Bones broke so the pain will last Leave your kids in the fucking past You got me fucked up thinking I'm ass The cops here with the white straps Who called them? Why you did that F*ck you, you relax I'm 730, what the f*ck is that Losing, I'm losing my mind Losing, I'm losing my mind Losing, I'm losing my mind Yo, take a walk with me Think of things from the side of the HOP Don't nobody want to tell me what they think of me Subjectively, even the mayor looks differently It all depends on your POV, irrespectively I'm trying to master this thing called life Cause you never know when it might be your last day But a nigga getting tired trying to fight for his right Feels like I'm going mad, but I'm smooth with it Always calculating new shit In the lab with some sick shit Call me the mad scientist or a slick Rick Now I just need a Morty or a bigger Rick So the niggas can ignore me, bore me Unfortunately, there's no such thing as more pity For the black man in a poor city Gotta man up, stand up, stand up, don't belittle Be a category 5 hurricane But what happens when niggas get close to the middle No fighting, just quiet No trumpeting, just fighting No talking, just walking Am I really worthy I think I'm losing it I might be 730 Losing, I'm losing my mind Losing, I'm losing my mind Losing, I'm losing my mind 7.30 on a Monday 7.30 on a Tuesday 7.30 on a Wednesday 7.30 on a Thursday 7.30 on a Friday 7.30 on a Saturday 7.30 on a Sunday