Outta My Mind by Atcreams Lyrics
[Verse 1: Chorus]
I think I'm really going out my mind
From northern California to the Mason Dixon line
I work until I fall asleep, I'm really on my grind
I'm high as quiddich bitch
And I ain't quitting shit
And if I go broke homie
I'ma hit a lick
Yeah I'ma get it quick, aye
Show me where your chick stay
I ain't slept this been the sixth day
All your homies bitch made
[Verse 2]
Raised up on the left goes
My music you could bet goes
I get up for the get goes
I've always been a dog so catch me chilling out that petco
And creams he study dental
At Alabama, near Mississippi
You say it's worth it, damn girl
Did you really miss me?
I ain't miss you neither
This that late night smoke sesh, outside breather
Brake for the goat heads, brand new Tevas
Stack up the pizza, box
Girl come in, chill out, take off your socks
Get blunted off loud, no need to talk
It's run in, run out, when i'm getting top
Y'all done a couple thing, and they ain't done me in that wrong way, that right way, I could tell you what that light say
And if you roll with creams everyday could be a friday
Just living life my way, ayeeee
[Verse 3: Chorus](2X)
I think I'm really going out my mind
From northern California to the Mason Dixon line
I work until I fall asleep, I'm really on my grind
I'm high as quiddich bitch
And I ain't quitting shit
And if I go broke homie
I'ma hit a lick
Yeah I'ma get it quick, aye
Show me where your chick stay
I ain't slept this been the sixth day
All your homies bitch made
[Verse 4]
You ain't never seen me run these streets
All these people get up, stand up
Clap and stomp their feet
On dinner tables monsters eat
Alabama haunted me
I just finished class it's been about a week
I roll a lot of weed, I twist a pound a week
I hardly speak at parties people I don't know surrounding me
Ain't no mystery machine
With my team, roll up everything we see
Everybody sneak dissing me
Still hit me up for some tree
Ask me how you doing T Creams
Still split you open at your seams
Live in the south, I'm from the west coast
Best watch your mouth, Banana cut close
I do not sleep, don't have the time
Freak in the sheets, outta my mind
I think I'm really going out my mind
From northern California to the Mason Dixon line
I work until I fall asleep, I'm really on my grind
I'm high as quiddich bitch
And I ain't quitting shit
And if I go broke homie
I'ma hit a lick
Yeah I'ma get it quick, aye
Show me where your chick stay
I ain't slept this been the sixth day
All your homies bitch made
[Verse 2]
Raised up on the left goes
My music you could bet goes
I get up for the get goes
I've always been a dog so catch me chilling out that petco
And creams he study dental
At Alabama, near Mississippi
You say it's worth it, damn girl
Did you really miss me?
I ain't miss you neither
This that late night smoke sesh, outside breather
Brake for the goat heads, brand new Tevas
Stack up the pizza, box
Girl come in, chill out, take off your socks
Get blunted off loud, no need to talk
It's run in, run out, when i'm getting top
Y'all done a couple thing, and they ain't done me in that wrong way, that right way, I could tell you what that light say
And if you roll with creams everyday could be a friday
Just living life my way, ayeeee
[Verse 3: Chorus](2X)
I think I'm really going out my mind
From northern California to the Mason Dixon line
I work until I fall asleep, I'm really on my grind
I'm high as quiddich bitch
And I ain't quitting shit
And if I go broke homie
I'ma hit a lick
Yeah I'ma get it quick, aye
Show me where your chick stay
I ain't slept this been the sixth day
All your homies bitch made
[Verse 4]
You ain't never seen me run these streets
All these people get up, stand up
Clap and stomp their feet
On dinner tables monsters eat
Alabama haunted me
I just finished class it's been about a week
I roll a lot of weed, I twist a pound a week
I hardly speak at parties people I don't know surrounding me
Ain't no mystery machine
With my team, roll up everything we see
Everybody sneak dissing me
Still hit me up for some tree
Ask me how you doing T Creams
Still split you open at your seams
Live in the south, I'm from the west coast
Best watch your mouth, Banana cut close
I do not sleep, don't have the time
Freak in the sheets, outta my mind