B Dot Fresh - Mind State

My mind really been running
My mind just moves so fast sometimes it's kinda hard to follow
Do your best to keep up
Lately I've been sprinting runnin all over my mind state
Hearin all these voices in my head it got me irate
Askin me for verses then they say “well that's a high rate”
Then I outwrite yo ass and turn yo track right into MySpace
You just troll the internet and hate get outta my Face-
Bookin all these shows
Displaying all these flows
That they scrape right off of my plate
Take it as they own
Then hide behind they phone
And they listen to my tracks and say “it really isn't my taste”
Well better check yo taste buds
Cause I been cookin shit that Gordon Ramsay woulda ate up
Takin home the bacon
They say that money talks this translatin into pay stubs
So bitch you better pay up
Been feelin so alone
Left out in the cold out here fendin for my own
I would rather lose my toes than to ever sell my soul
You shootin for the stars I bet you settle low
I always tip the scales before I ever set a goal
Been feelin so alone
Left out in the cold out here fendin for my own
I would rather lose my toes than to ever sell my soul
You shootin for the stars I bet you settle low
Set a goal
You think that people ridin but you never really know
The only thing for sho is they gon show up when you blow
Or kick you when you down and leave you bleedin on the floor
It's better that you learn it now then wait for them to hold the door
Because there really is no in between
Dirty or they Mr. Clean
Lies they don't mean shit to me
Who told you that, its history
I really have some songs gon knock some peoples socks off
I do this cause I love it have a blast like a sawed off
My dawgs been tryna take shit had to tell em get they paws off
Not everyone will like you look at Drake when he's at Flog Gnaw
These thoughts up in my head I swear they got me goin crazy
They rootin for my downfall only one is tryna save me
There's oh so many things that I wish that I had said
Its like I'm typin out these texts but then I'm never hittin send
So what it meant
That this is not for you
Yeah this right here for me to find my way after I'm dead
Been feelin so alone
Left out in the cold out here fendin for my own
I would rather lose my toes than to ever sell my soul
You shootin for the stars I bet you settle low
I always tip the scales before I ever set a goal
Been feelin so alone
Left out in the cold out here fendin for my own
I would rather lose my toes than to ever sell my soul
You shootin for the stars I bet you settle low
I always tip the scales before I ever set a goal
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Written by:
Brandon Donohoe

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