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Juice Wrld - Lost In My Mind Lyrics

[Chorus]
I'm lost in my mind
So that I can find way through my life, ayy
I'm lost in my mind
So that I can find a way through my life, ayy

[Verse 1]
Ayy, I've been going crazy for a minute now, hey
I just fucked your bitch, I told you I was in it now, hey
Lottery take it the way that I be winnin' now, hey
Lord forgive me for I know that I be sinnin' now, hey
Mouth cold, wrist cold, ohh, winter now, hey
God damn, Gucci man, brr, winter now, hey
Ayy, I feel like the man, 'cause I am
Had to slow your bitch down, I gave her a Xan, ayy
That's just how I go
I just fucked your bitch before my show
I was countin' rolls, but I'ma lose control
'Cause I can't find my way

[Chorus]
Lost in my mind
So that I-I can find a way through my life, ayy
I'm lost in my mind
So that I can find a way through my life, ayy
[Verse 2]
Then the scene changes so quick
I ain't givin' no shits
Yes, I fucked on yo' bitch
That's just how I feel
Poppin' pills just to catch a thrill
Nigga I'm the man, can't you fuckin' tell
I fucked your bitch then thew her like quarters in wishing wells
These niggas wish me well
I kissed your bitch then send a text but it ain't kiss and tell
I feel like I'm the man, bad bitch, Jessabelle, huh
Run up on me, you get shot down fair
Woah, woah, woah, woah
Fuck your bitch and tell her that bitch to slow roll
Feel like Kendrik, 'cause I lose control, woah
...


... what, ayy
Pull up on him, like what, ayy
I ain't never give a fuck, ayy
Pull up on him, like what, ayy
Pull up on him, like what, ayy
Pull up on him, like what, ayy
Pull up on him, like what, hold on
Pull up on him, and I swerve, ayy
Nigga got what he deserved, ayy
I fucked this bitch then I fake her, ayy
[?] bitch to the curb, ayy
Shoot that shit like Larry Bird, ayy
All my niggas be swervin'
Turned to a whole different person
Snakes in the grass like a serpent
Woah, woah, ayy
I just switched the flow, ayy
I just fucked your bitch, she caught the dick inside the doorway
Ayy, I get dough
Hold on, wait, you should slow up, ayy
Pop a Xan, mix with Henny
I won't throw it up, hey
I fucked your bitch it ain't nothin', woah
I put that bitch in the oven, hey
Run up on me then it's bussin'
I'm sick of these niggas, they sip Robitussin, hey
[?]
Told you that I am for real, hey
Poppin' off like a pill, hey
Superman with the still, hey
Pull up on him, like I'm what, ayy
Fuck on your bitch it ain't nothin', hey
Pull up on him, like what, ayy