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In my mind but I find that I still want you In my mind, in my mind, But I find I still want you I throw the towel in But I begin again It's always been about the pen And the music is my friend With a little understanding now I'm landing on the moon I used to be a simple Jew A little testy when you would come at me all rude I'm black and blue the bruises are apparent Body beaten but my engine still raring So Turn the key let me get some gasoline Saddles blazing And the trails illuminated 70 ways to get out this frustration And reach the AM For now I stay in, I just realized I been praying for the wrong things In my mind but I find that I still want you In my mind, in my mind, But I find I still want you Grey days January 31 Lick a little spliff That's the way I like to get it done February 1 I'm writing 10 bars a day I heard somewhere that keeps the lazy brain away And I ain't seen the doc in like a decade I'm alright yeah ma I'm OK I try to keep the pressure at bay Will I be defeated No way Can I handle it Been passed over more times than a pamphlet Wit my candle lit At both ends Will the time pass Tic toc like trends I'm so class I'm so close like family Used to live in California where my life was like a painting Sunset over Hollywood hills are overrated Got you puking from the pills With ya stomach agitated I know it's given you the chills But baby boy you got to live You gotta live and get up and out this mess I'll sell the crib I worked too hard been to blessed To give in To let it crumble like the crestOf a wave Sometimes it crashes Where's the vest For my babe and my ... Crumble like the crest of a wave In my mind but I find that I still want you In my mind, in my mind, But I find I still want you When it comes to this music I got tenure You just pretend pure Wicked men get censored Sliced from Soloman sword You get sent back and ignored Spent too many nights alone on tour I bring the music to your Doorstep Won't let the day slip I may leave the floor wet I do prefer the day trip I stay way ripped Off the hinge I'm unzipped Like this for instance I plot my business I got good wishes Ya on my shit list Oh shit I said this I meant my wish list My fists the swiftest My kids are gifted They act suspicious And if ya lifted Come quick get with this I passed the litmus Go check ya witness I keep on going till the early distance Took so many risks I took these pictures In my mind but I find that I still want you In my mind, in my mind, But I find I still want you
Writer(s): Matthew Miller, Nicolas Losada, Juliana Ronderos Mora Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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