Mind State

My mind really been running My mind just moves so fast sometimes it's kinda hard to follow Do your best to keep up Lately I've been sprinting runnin all over my mind state Hearin all these voices in my head it got me irate Askin me for verses then they say “well that's a high rate” Then I outwrite yo ass and turn yo track right into MySpace You just troll the internet and hate get outta my Face- Bookin all these shows Displaying all these flows That they scrape right off of my plate Take it as they own Then hide behind they phone And they listen to my tracks and say “it really isn't my taste” Well better check yo taste buds Cause I been cookin shit that Gordon Ramsay woulda ate up Takin home the bacon They say that money talks this translatin into pay stubs So bitch you better pay up Been feelin so alone Left out in the cold out here fendin for my own I would rather lose my toes than to ever sell my soul You shootin for the stars I bet you settle low I always tip the scales before I ever set a goal Been feelin so alone Left out in the cold out here fendin for my own I would rather lose my toes than to ever sell my soul You shootin for the stars I bet you settle low Set a goal You think that people ridin but you never really know The only thing for sho is they gon show up when you blow Or kick you when you down and leave you bleedin on the floor It's better that you learn it now then wait for them to hold the door Because there really is no in between Dirty or they Mr. Clean Lies they don't mean shit to me Who told you that, its history I really have some songs gon knock some peoples socks off I do this cause I love it have a blast like a sawed off My dawgs been tryna take shit had to tell em get they paws off Not everyone will like you look at Drake when he's at Flog Gnaw These thoughts up in my head I swear they got me goin crazy They rootin for my downfall only one is tryna save me There's oh so many things that I wish that I had said Its like I'm typin out these texts but then I'm never hittin send So what it meant That this is not for you Yeah this right here for me to find my way after I'm dead Been feelin so alone Left out in the cold out here fendin for my own I would rather lose my toes than to ever sell my soul You shootin for the stars I bet you settle low I always tip the scales before I ever set a goal Been feelin so alone Left out in the cold out here fendin for my own I would rather lose my toes than to ever sell my soul You shootin for the stars I bet you settle low I always tip the scales before I ever set a goal B