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Travis Porter
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Lose Your Mind
[Chorus:] If you chillin' in the club, and havin' a good time* But man he keep on talkign to ya, bout to blow ya high Tappin on your shoulder, and ya bout to turn around Strap that nigga, punch that nigga, then ya turn right back around Lose ya mind, lose ya mind, lose ya mind, lose ya mind Lose ya mind, lose ya mind, lose ya mind, lose ya mind Lose ya mind, lose ya mind, lose ya mind, lose ya mind Lose ya mind, lose ya mind, lose ya mind, lose ya mind Please don't blow my high Please don't blow my high Please don't blow my high Please don't blow my high Please don't blow my high Please don't blow my high Please don't blow my high Please don't blow my high
[Verse 1:] Punch that nigga, slap that nigga, POOF, begone Oh my god, guess what, my brain... it's gone Been drinkin in the VI, tryna mind my BI These thirsty bitches round me, you done fucking dippin BI Bout to lose my mind, go crazy crazy crazy Whole team turnin' up, screaming yay yay yay But please don't blow my high, please don't blow my high He be talking to my back and I don't even know this guy
[Verse 2:] Tell me what, what you want? Turn around, leave me alone And I'm tryna smoke my strong, but he won't leave me alone So here what I'm a do, lil strap do fool I picked a bottle of this goose, and bruh just messed with my boo
[Chorus:] If you chillin' in the club, and havin' a good time But man he keep on talkign to ya, bout to blow ya high Tappin on your shoulder, and ya bout to turn around Strap that nigga, punch that nigga, then ya turn right back around Lose ya mind, lose ya mind, lose ya mind, lose ya mind Lose ya mind, lose ya mind, lose ya mind, lose ya mind Lose ya mind, lose ya mind, lose ya mind, lose ya mind Lose ya mind, lose ya mind, lose ya mind, lose ya mind
[Verse 3:] Who who are you? nigga, I don't even know you Keep on talking to me, like we just cool Keep on fucking with me, and Ali gon' act a fool He must now know me, I got that tool on me And fuck fame ya nigga, I'm gonna my goons homie Man something must be wrong with him, quit talking Ali, gon' sang the song to him Nigga I am crazy dawg and I'll swing on all of ya'll So it's just best to quit tryin' me dawg and get from around here dawg
[Chorus:] If you chillin' in the club, and havin' a good time But man he keep on talkign to ya, bout to blow ya high Tappin on your shoulder, and ya bout to turn around Strap that nigga, punch that nigga, then ya turn right back around Lose ya mind, lose ya mind, lose ya mind, lose ya mind Lose ya mind, lose ya mind, lose ya mind, lose ya mind Lose ya mind, lose ya mind, lose ya mind, lose ya mind Lose ya mind, lose ya mind, lose ya mind, lose ya mind
[Verse 4:] Man I lost my mind, I don't know where I left it You talking shit to me, boy you better have a weapon Mine is a Smith & Wesson, you better count your blessings So there ain't no contesting, this is what you niggas testing So all that pushing, shoving, jumping all around I'm a come mess with little boy, just turn it down (DJ turn it down) So get with man, I turn around I left that red all on his face just like a crayon
Please don't blow my high Please don't blow my high Please don't blow my high Please don't blow my high Please don't blow my high Please don't blow my high Please don't blow my high Please don't blow my high
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