[Wifisfuneral:]

I think that I lost my mind

I think, I think, I think, I think

I think that I lost my mind

I think, I think, I think, I think

I think that I lost my mind

I think, I think, I think, I think

I think that I lost my mind

I think that I lost my mind



I hope I don't gotta load my gun

Ok, protect me from within

Suffocate my lungs

Cause when I see this living giving

I peep it then run

Sierra Leaone with yo diamond soul, let go

I see you shine then some

Brighter then rising suns

I rise from grace then come

This ain't no vacation

I leave you so vacant

Vacate fornicate with cunts

This life gon' cost you big bucks

Praying I get my dick sucked

Praying these racks won't get touched

Russian roulette what they want

To be controlled wasn't fun

Question my chick

Cause in with me a demon off is unconscious

Won't you take a sit with me, huh?

I swear this ain't what they want

Won't you take a sit with me, huh?



I think that I lost my mind

I think, I think, I think, I think

I think that I lost my mind

I think, I think, I think, I think

I think that I lost my mind

I think, I think, I think, I think

I think that I lost my mind

I think that I lost my mind

I think, I think, I think, I think

I think that I lost my mind

I think, I think, I think, I think

I think that I lost my mind

I think, I think, I think, I think

I think that I lost my mind

I think that I lost my mind



[Kembe X:]

What up Henry?

What up Wifi?



I didn't mean to get too sentimental

I just need new instrumentals

Trying to keep cool, trynna stay sane

Knowing my rights might flew out the window

Been praying till' I'm blue in the face

Blowing in the wind still knowing I'mma win

Constantly misunderstood, new lead term

Lately I quit all the wood

In a LA crib cooked up

Niggas think that I went Hollywood

On a porch in the Hills, standing on the edge

Just might jump, probably should

Thinking bout' back home

Thinking about that dough

Is niggas went too up random

In twelve bring up flat though

My hope's bout' the flat line

My face snuck out the back door

I think I took a flat screen

I might just pop it flat though

With demons I've been wrestling

My pack is off the map though

The wind look like I'm resting

We nigga rich and white broke

The way that I been feeling lately

The truth is that I might be finished

Knocking on the gates of heaven knowing that all of us sinners

The pressure in impact is growing

It's certain knocking us senseless

The scariest part of it all is that I've been [?] since the beginning



[Wifisfuneral:]

I think that I lost my mind

I think, I think, I think, I think

I think that I lost my mind

I think, I think, I think, I think

I think that I lost my mind

I think, I think, I think, I think

I think that I lost my mind

I think that I lost my mind