Down 4 The Nite

I might lose my mind
In those big brown eyes
Those big brown eyes
Those big brown eyes
Those big brown eyes

We go back and forth
Get the strap, everybody wanna act so tough
They say they never shake
They want the guards around
They always fucken leave
And go out on walk abouts
Gimme a break, bring me the shooter
Gimme the address, I loot ya
Lemme really guess who I am
I gotta big ups now to my loyalist fans
I don't really care, I don't feel it up in my soul
Another lonely night so I drink some more
You dragging me along I'm no longer poor
But I gotta fight through, what is it left for me
Stacking up all my cheese
Never reluctantly
Wanted to fuck with me
Tryna just steal the culture
From the athlete
Meet me up at the alter wow
Gotta really live through the phases
Grinding on my teeth while you taking all my pesos
I want the rings now that I'm special
Funny letting all these bad bitches argue

I might lose my mind
In those big brown eyes
Do some things you see
In your wildest dreams
Oh yeah
We should just be friends, don't
Touch me like that I might
Do some real bad things baby
Tempt me with a good time

When I'm not involved in gang shit
Same crib, pulling out gats that's that lame shit
Same game shit, make you look famous, that postcard
When you were up on my dick

Boom Boom when you picking up patients
You don't got the balls for these complications
Yeah suicide on my fucken mind
I'm losing all this sleep I can never just face it
Bounce with it, just bounce with it
I gotta get X
And prepare an ounce of it
Let me just pounce on of it, but I'm skeptical
Write a script that sicker then the studios
You overjealous fuck, gotta lick it then snort it
Popping these pills & everybody's your homie
Mamma brought another dog it's a stray
I gotta catch flights, a little while I'm gone off cocaine
Man I always hate your soft spot
When we closing up the shop
And we fucking in the hot box
Give my number now to the oldest Mami
Tell your mamma I'm sorry for being so lovely
But I seek that, and I just write these songs
You wanna filter that, I gotta break these wrongs
Biting up on your thong, dubious mistresses
Tryna just get along
And stack all these memberships
But
I got, no fucken lover that I want
My presence is the pay back
Save me something that I flaunt
While I talk my shit
Baby I don't really need that
Are you home right now, you not really
Gimme the shit thats wrong and not silly
The fuck is your ass for?
How wet is this asphalt
That I'm playing bad on
No rookie can handle

I might lose my mind
In those big brown eyes
Do some things you see
In your wildest dreams
Oh yeah
We should just be friends, don't
Touch me like that I might
Do some real bad things baby
Tempt me with a good time