
Lose Your Mind (Blow My High) Travis Porter
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[Chorus]
If you chilling in the club when having a good time
A nigga keep on talking to you, 'bout to blow your high
He's tapping on your shoulder and you 'bout to turn around
Strap that nigga, punch that nigga, turn right back around
Lose your mind, lose your mind, lose your mind, lose your mind
Lose your mind, lose your mind, lose your mind, lose your mind
Lose your mind, lose your mind, lose your mind, lose your mind
Lose your mind, lose your mind, lose your mind, lose your 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: Quez]
Punch that nigga, slap that nigga, poof, be gone
Oh my God, guess what? My brain is gone
Smoking, drinking in the V-I, trying to mind my B-I
These thirsty bitches 'round me, you done fucking [?]
'Bout to lose my mind, go crazy, crazy, crazy
Whole team turning 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: Strap]
Tell me what, what you want? Turn around, leave me 'lone
And I'm trying to smoke my strong, but homes won't leave me alone
So here's what I'ma do, little Strap da Fool
I picked a bottle of this Goose and bruh just messed [?]
If you chilling in the club when having a good time
A nigga keep on talking to you, 'bout to blow your high
He's tapping on your shoulder and you 'bout to turn around
Strap that nigga, punch that nigga, turn right back around
Lose your mind, lose your mind, lose your mind, lose your mind
Lose your mind, lose your mind, lose your mind, lose your mind
Lose your mind, lose your mind, lose your mind, lose your mind
Lose your mind, lose your mind, lose your mind, lose your 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: Quez]
Punch that nigga, slap that nigga, poof, be gone
Oh my God, guess what? My brain is gone
Smoking, drinking in the V-I, trying to mind my B-I
These thirsty bitches 'round me, you done fucking [?]
'Bout to lose my mind, go crazy, crazy, crazy
Whole team turning 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: Strap]
Tell me what, what you want? Turn around, leave me 'lone
And I'm trying to smoke my strong, but homes won't leave me alone
So here's what I'ma do, little Strap da Fool
I picked a bottle of this Goose and bruh just messed [?]
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