To me it's nothing This time I've really lost my mind and I don't care So close your eyes and kiss yourself goodbye I'm taking all you down with me Explosives duct taped to my spine Nothing's gonna change my mind I won't listen to anyone's last words

You want to take me to a doctor To talk to me about my mind To try to give directions to some places That I don't really want to find Trouble in me is not related To things that I might say or do I'm really not that complicated Your good doctor friend,

Do you ever really know? Can you ever really know? I can't read your mind though I'm trying all the time There's something I don't know, I can see it in your eyes When you're gone again But I am left in awe of the woman I adore Cupped hand is burning ice

I got my mind on my money nigga from Monday to Monday Thinking about my money go to Church on a Sunday Popped an ecstacy pills xans when I wanna You can't talk to me about that good or bad karma Don't don't really care 'bout you Don't don't wanna hear

Population four million, how I see the same bitch? Yeah, yeah, yeah I been in L.A. too long I see the same bitches everywhere I go It don't really matter where they from Acting or model, heard it all before (Haha, never mind my friend fucked) (How I see

Without him I really don't mind A little bit lonely He'll make up in time As long as he loves me He'll answers his crime The door stays wide open I know that he's mine I know that he's mine - Caro Emerald

Without him I really don't mind A little bit lonely He'll make up in time As long as he loves me He'll answers his crime The door stays wide open I know that he's mine I know that he's mine - Caro Emerald

You don't like players That's what you say-a But you really wouldn't mind a millionaire But you'd love a rich man six foot two or taller Without girls like you When you walk in the bar And you dressed like a star Rockin' your f me pumps And the men

Just saying When you change your mind I'll be waiting You should leave him 'Cause it really makes me sick You don't need him I'll help you get over it 'Cause I'm better than him You got a boyfriend And he's a total loser

You don't like players That's what you say-a But you really wouldn't mind a millionaire But you'd love a rich man six foot two or taller Without girls like you When you walk in the bar And you dressed like a star Rockin' your F me pumps And the men